[She's gritting her teeth and moving to punch color into the bubble - but the memory that comes is. Not so easy to move on from. She balks at the memory (27-40), eyes wide, hands shaking.]
[She doesn't even say anything. What do you say to your own death?]
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[Well. Great.]
[She's gritting her teeth and moving to punch color into the bubble - but the memory that comes is. Not so easy to move on from. She balks at the memory (27-40), eyes wide, hands shaking.]
[She doesn't even say anything. What do you say to your own death?]