[Her name keeps appearing. Turning up in the hands of people that shouldn't have it, that she never gave it to. Maybe she should have seen this coming, when the fucking smile decided to drop it in conversation. But she hadn't taken it as warning, hadn't prepared for this, and she's still caught between adapting and the need to fight it, as if she could take back control.]
What do you want?
[There's aggression in her voice, like she's speaking through grit teeth, but it isn't snapped at him. This goes both ways, she understands that. But she hates both sides of it, never intended to seek him out about what she'd got from him, would've just kept those memories silent and safe.]
voice;
What do you want?
[There's aggression in her voice, like she's speaking through grit teeth, but it isn't snapped at him. This goes both ways, she understands that. But she hates both sides of it, never intended to seek him out about what she'd got from him, would've just kept those memories silent and safe.]