Sorry. ( she mumbles again — and doesn’t find herself feeling guilty, not much longer. it’s hard to feel much of anything around the pain in her temples, and she stumbles again, catching herself by grabbing the man by the arm.
he says he’s a doctor. the doctor, technically, if she’s being more accurate, and she picks up on the distinction in a way that even an observant widow from yancai woudln’t. it just brings the war back to the forefront.
she’s a widow. she’s from yancai. she’s from russia (what is russia?). she’s a ballet dancer. she’s … )
I don’t know what’s happening. ( a mumble, eyes tortured as she looks up at him. ) My head. It’s .. something is wrong.
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he says he’s a doctor. the doctor, technically, if she’s being more accurate, and she picks up on the distinction in a way that even an observant widow from yancai woudln’t. it just brings the war back to the forefront.
she’s a widow. she’s from yancai. she’s from russia (what is russia?). she’s a ballet dancer. she’s … )
I don’t know what’s happening. ( a mumble, eyes tortured as she looks up at him. ) My head. It’s .. something is wrong.