[She can hardly hear him over the sound of her heart pounding, can't focus on anything but the blood spilling out of her body. It doesn't seem so bad, it's recoverable, but...]
No. It isn't. Is that why you're here?
[Not William. Not him. Anyone else, but not him. This is bullshit. This isn't right. It's graceless, humiliating, disgusting. Her fingers curl into the dirt; the grass stains her nails.]
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No. It isn't. Is that why you're here?
[Not William. Not him. Anyone else, but not him. This is bullshit. This isn't right. It's graceless, humiliating, disgusting. Her fingers curl into the dirt; the grass stains her nails.]