[ For the brief moments that Derrica has a hold of her hand, Athessa can feel the grip as if it were around her throat. She can't say anything to make this better, that much is clear.
So when they both let go, all she manages is a lopsided smile that isn't a smile, a shrug not even a fraction as nonchalant as it might look, and--]
Well. That's that.
[ And the next words would have been see ya around but that grip on her throat comes back to keep them there and she shows herself out without any such promise. ]
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So when they both let go, all she manages is a lopsided smile that isn't a smile, a shrug not even a fraction as nonchalant as it might look, and--]
Well. That's that.
[ And the next words would have been see ya around but that grip on her throat comes back to keep them there and she shows herself out without any such promise. ]