"Of course it is," she snaps back. Her hand balls unconsciously into a fist, gripping tight to hide the mote of light sitting there. "It is eating me alive. Just like you. It hurts, not all the time but a lot of it, and it hurts every time I use it to help people. To close rifts, or - anything. Or when I'm apart from people. And that's the bit that hurts the worst, that I could be somewhere else, properly helping people, but instead I'm shut up in this stupid place with this whole stupid - "
She cuts herself off. Clamps shut her jaw and shakes her head. No; going down that path is dangerous. Not because she'll be punished for saying it, but because as soon as she lets the stopper out of that bottle, there'll be no getting her anger and frustration back in again.
"But of course you don't care about that, do you. Because it's always me, me, me."
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Date: 2019-08-17 01:40 am (UTC)She cuts herself off. Clamps shut her jaw and shakes her head. No; going down that path is dangerous. Not because she'll be punished for saying it, but because as soon as she lets the stopper out of that bottle, there'll be no getting her anger and frustration back in again.
"But of course you don't care about that, do you. Because it's always me, me, me."