She clutches the covers, clearly not moving. Her brain is still trying to play catch up, staring at the message, attempting to decipher it.
She isn't ready to handle this, her first instinct to run - run like she had been for the past 2 years. She should be used to people trying to kill her, the paranoia well-founded with every step, always looking over her shoulder. Mircea had told her this would be for her own good, a safe place for her to learn. She'd stupidly let her guard down tonight, finally sleeping - she'd been so wrong.
"Where the hell are we gonna go? If the place is locked down there's no way we're getting out. If they purge, there's no such thing as a safe place."
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Date: 2014-08-28 08:41 am (UTC)She isn't ready to handle this, her first instinct to run - run like she had been for the past 2 years. She should be used to people trying to kill her, the paranoia well-founded with every step, always looking over her shoulder. Mircea had told her this would be for her own good, a safe place for her to learn. She'd stupidly let her guard down tonight, finally sleeping - she'd been so wrong.
"Where the hell are we gonna go? If the place is locked down there's no way we're getting out. If they purge, there's no such thing as a safe place."