[ You stupid man, she thinks, and wishes she could say, and is glad she can't say. The hotblooded little thought comes and goes quick enough that she would have regretted expressing it if she had a voice to do so with. He will shout and bluster and stamp his feet, and he will die because of it, and Chane won't be able to keep the whimsical promise she made only because she misses Jacuzzi ( -- and that itself is bizarre; twenty years to detach from humanity and only a few to regain it).
Well and, that's fine.
It's...
- it's fine.
Chane stands back up, trying to look certain and stoic but failing somewhat. In fact, for the first time, she looks as small as she is, like a young woman who wants to say so much but can't.
Any second now, that'll go away and she'll be herself again.
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Well and, that's fine.
It's...
- it's fine.
Chane stands back up, trying to look certain and stoic but failing somewhat. In fact, for the first time, she looks as small as she is, like a young woman who wants to say so much but can't.
Any second now, that'll go away and she'll be herself again.
Really, any moment.
... In a few minutes? ]