[It's not quite screaming, she thinks. It's something less/more. Something beautiful either way. Reen would like it; he always did like this sort of thing in the end, when he spoke in the back of her head, praising her for chaos, for pain.]
[She lets him fall.]
[Then she burns brass and duralumin and crushes the heart out of him. Everything he feels is flattened to nothing. Every single thing.]
[She leans down then and takes him by the shoulder, steadies him in his pain, making quiet shushing noises.]
cw; torture, gore
[She lets him fall.]
[Then she burns brass and duralumin and crushes the heart out of him. Everything he feels is flattened to nothing. Every single thing.]
[She leans down then and takes him by the shoulder, steadies him in his pain, making quiet shushing noises.]
[It's all right. He'll be all right.]
[She will protect him.]