Hope so. [Though whether it's a directed at his injuries or hers isn't exactly clear. Gold eyes flick up to meet his, then arc down along the bandages-- the glowing tattoos that run parallel.]
You gonna tell me who 'they' are and what the hell happened to you? [The coldness in her tone isn't indifference: anger's stuck in her throat like bile, and despite the lack of a tripwire temper like Jack's, someone screwing with what's hers comes with the promise of retaliation.
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You gonna tell me who 'they' are and what the hell happened to you? [The coldness in her tone isn't indifference: anger's stuck in her throat like bile, and despite the lack of a tripwire temper like Jack's, someone screwing with what's hers comes with the promise of retaliation.
Always.]