That's good. I don't like them. [ Raven usually worked alone, too. Not a lot of people can keep up with her. Not a lot of people can do what she can do.
The shadow is a silhouette of her past. It reaches out to her, fingers extending to sharp tendrils of inky black. In its other hand is a drill. ] Does it matter? [ It's a reminder of being held hostage at Mt. Weather. It reminds her of the man who drilled into her body for bone marrow. ]
Let's get the hell out of here. [ Running is always hard. She wouldn't run if she had the choice. But she's not going to let a shadow touch her and so she runs. ]
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The shadow is a silhouette of her past. It reaches out to her, fingers extending to sharp tendrils of inky black. In its other hand is a drill. ] Does it matter? [ It's a reminder of being held hostage at Mt. Weather. It reminds her of the man who drilled into her body for bone marrow. ]
Let's get the hell out of here. [ Running is always hard. She wouldn't run if she had the choice. But she's not going to let a shadow touch her and so she runs. ]