[ But she's Andy — Andy the Scythian, the centuries-old freelancer, that old unkillable bitch, so what can she do except joke about it now? She wouldn't probably know how to cope properly with the idea of death even if it stared her straight in the face. Her relationship with the concept can't ever be normal now — if it ever was. It's easier to pretend the call wasn't close, that they would've been fine no matter what. Rex had it handled, didn't he. It was just a little detour on their mission. A little bump in the road. A little extra adrenaline rush.
It's fine.
It's fine.
Fuck.
Who gives a fuck if she could have died anyway.
Who gives a fuck if she could still maybe die from it —
She might have killed him.
She —
She doesn't realize how tightly she was clenching her fist until she feels his hand at her wrist. Her expression had been composed this whole time, despite the trickle of blood at her mouth and the weariness deepening the lines of her already severe face. She thought she'd been playing it off, but... It. Terrifies her. The idea that she could have murdered him in a gleeful bloody rage. How would she have lived with that? How could she have ever gone home to Poe then? Fuck.
Fuck.
Andy lifts her arm again as if to wipe blood or sweat from her face. But her arm stays raised, covering her eyes. After a few moments, her shoulders start to tremble ever so slightly. ]
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It's fine.
It's fine.
Fuck.
Who gives a fuck if she could have died anyway.
Who gives a fuck if she could still maybe die from it —
She might have killed him.
She —
She doesn't realize how tightly she was clenching her fist until she feels his hand at her wrist. Her expression had been composed this whole time, despite the trickle of blood at her mouth and the weariness deepening the lines of her already severe face. She thought she'd been playing it off, but... It. Terrifies her. The idea that she could have murdered him in a gleeful bloody rage. How would she have lived with that? How could she have ever gone home to Poe then? Fuck.
Fuck.
Andy lifts her arm again as if to wipe blood or sweat from her face. But her arm stays raised, covering her eyes. After a few moments, her shoulders start to tremble ever so slightly. ]