Or perhaps — ( Hissed, snarling, hand to her absent, bleeding, gaping wound. To her missing heart. ) He wanted it. And you know nothing of him, of our family.
( ...one torn, dissolved into hatred and hunt. She raises her gaze, nearly seeking the man's, to inflict upon him the horror of her sorrow. )
Matthias, is it? Oh, he came. He made me into... this. He said, I will make it so your husband can't catch you. And he didn't lie. He's a funny man, like you. But he doesn't lie.
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Or perhaps — ( Hissed, snarling, hand to her absent, bleeding, gaping wound. To her missing heart. ) He wanted it. And you know nothing of him, of our family.
( ...one torn, dissolved into hatred and hunt. She raises her gaze, nearly seeking the man's, to inflict upon him the horror of her sorrow. )
Matthias, is it? Oh, he came. He made me into... this. He said, I will make it so your husband can't catch you. And he didn't lie. He's a funny man, like you. But he doesn't lie.