“Amy,” I spoke.
She startled as if I’d slapped her. Everyone’s eyes turned to her.
“Oh right, we saved someone.”
“You okay?” I asked.
“No, I’m not okay.” Her head trembled a little as she turned to glance at the others.
Very, very understandable.
First she was living in a shelter, then she got assaulted by Mannequin last time she talked to these people, then Burnscar probably approached her if she had time to before her death, then she got chased by fucking Siberian for who knows how long, then that frantic nightmare turned dark and buggy and even more frantic, and now she has to deal with having been saved by villains and the way that ties in with her hangups about her own hero/villain status.
Yeeah, she’s not having a good time.
She returned her attention to me. “She bit off my fingers.”
And yeah, that’s no fun either.
Grue, your turn, whether you like it or not.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I raised my hands to show her I wasn’t armed. “We tried to get to you as fast as we could.”
i’m serious, i’m a serious actor, voice actor, v.a.
indubitably, i will embiggen my words less so you can understand what the fuck i’m saying–
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