[ Ask her again once she gets a full nights sleep. For her? The nightmares don't stop. She can feel the blood on her hands, metaphorically and physically. Her body stolen, her mind warped - she wonders if there's even a hint of that being but it doesn't matter.
She can't think of herself. She got to live when so many others died. Unscathed when people like Jack and Fiona ... They have to live with this. ]
I should be asking you that.
[ Elizabeth says, not snarky but with a strain in her voice. ]
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Date: 2016-07-18 05:12 am (UTC)She can't think of herself. She got to live when so many others died. Unscathed when people like Jack and Fiona ... They have to live with this. ]
I should be asking you that.
[ Elizabeth says, not snarky but with a strain in her voice. ]
I'm sorry.