Well then fucking do it-- [ and this time she does scream, and mercifully she's never shrieked like a horror movie so there's that for her dignity, but it's straight out from the back of her throat, worse than acid or slag or fire right then, how much it hurts. It's agony and there isn't much else for it. Gutted open and she can't breath, white noise along the parts of her still flesh and blood. Idly, somewhere in the small part of her mind not cursing every skag fucking bandit, thank god DT was digistructed back into her arm, it's enough pain that he would attack for her.
Then it's just too much, dying would just be easier and it's confusing because it feels the same, only there's no rush of white light that as Hyperion liked to constantly remind her -- that light was just being remade. It's burning searing pain along ever ( ha ) exposed nerve of the wound, screaming because his fingers are ripping open things in their effort to help.
And then it's black and she's sinking back ( angles odd, cyber arm only half getting the message, and it twists out with her weight ) flat on her back and limp all at once.
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Then it's just too much, dying would just be easier and it's confusing because it feels the same, only there's no rush of white light that as Hyperion liked to constantly remind her -- that light was just being remade. It's burning searing pain along ever ( ha ) exposed nerve of the wound, screaming because his fingers are ripping open things in their effort to help.
And then it's black and she's sinking back ( angles odd, cyber arm only half getting the message, and it twists out with her weight ) flat on her back and limp all at once.
But, at least, she's completely still now. ]