[She snatches the knife back, wiping it off before retracting the blade and holding it in both hands. She clutches it more like a totem, something to calm her nerves, than a weapon or a warning.]
[Should she tell him the truth? She doesn't want to, but he'll keep asking. And recent betrayal sticks in her mind-] I'll tell you my shit if you tell me what the fuck that was. We both know it's what I do [she briefly imitates his gruff voice,] is light on fucking detail.
[She stares in straight in the eye, scared and upset and unwilling to back down. Ellie holds a hand out, and it only shakes slightly.] Swear?
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[Should she tell him the truth? She doesn't want to, but he'll keep asking. And recent betrayal sticks in her mind-] I'll tell you my shit if you tell me what the fuck that was. We both know it's what I do [she briefly imitates his gruff voice,] is light on fucking detail.
[She stares in straight in the eye, scared and upset and unwilling to back down. Ellie holds a hand out, and it only shakes slightly.] Swear?