[ A twitch in the corner of her eye while she wrestles off her burdensome coat. It's abandoned in a soggy pile off to the side. Her breaths have begun to steady, but only just barely so when one of her companions is yet again trying to fling themselves into solitary danger. She can't see the purpose in it. What weakness can he hope to find? Their best hope is to seek the exit before it finds them. To seek it out just begs more trouble.
Just before she (grudgingly) accepts a dagger from him, Vanessa clasps at his wrist, pushing the sleeve up so that her palm can feel his hearts beat. He's sorry, but his apologies mean nothing if they lead to a wasted death. Vanessa trusts that any of them can die in this ghoulish prison. There's no argument from her only because she also knows there's no time for one.
She glares through the frustration, but her touch is soft for a moment before she takes the knife and curtly nods. ]
Do not play at our savior. There are no heroes here.
[ Only demons, only monsters. They have to fight smarter. ]
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Just before she (grudgingly) accepts a dagger from him, Vanessa clasps at his wrist, pushing the sleeve up so that her palm can feel his hearts beat. He's sorry, but his apologies mean nothing if they lead to a wasted death. Vanessa trusts that any of them can die in this ghoulish prison. There's no argument from her only because she also knows there's no time for one.
She glares through the frustration, but her touch is soft for a moment before she takes the knife and curtly nods. ]
Do not play at our savior. There are no heroes here.
[ Only demons, only monsters. They have to fight smarter. ]