[ Kitty doesn't take Coupe's hand, but rather touches it - her fingers resting lightly on the burn. For a moment, she thinks of Jakob, his skin mottled back and white with the disfigurement that Mr Tallow had left upon him. She thinks of her own skin, clear as anything, because of her luck. Because of her resistance. And Tallow hadn't had to pay for it. Not officially, at least. The Hyrneks, they'd gotten him back, hadn't they - but not once did anyone in power speak up for what had been done to her friend. ]
What is that?
[ Not the burn. The burn, she understands. She's asking, rather, about the brand underneath. ]
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Date: 2018-08-17 05:00 pm (UTC)What is that?
[ Not the burn. The burn, she understands. She's asking, rather, about the brand underneath. ]