[ It goes about as well as you'd expect. In the end, she is what she is and she had never lied about it. No matter whether anyone liked it or not. No matter if she could ever be a good person again. Sh is not pretty, or neat or clean. She's just the bits of Marcie splattered that was left behind.
Only it's Rhys' blood on her knuckles, on her cheek, trickling back down her arm. It's a shout that's ear-splittingly loud as she thrashes the second anything at all stops her from what's familiar. It's that Dante needs to hold with both arms and every bit of strength as she twists and pushes and shouts. Driving elbows and knees and heels with a familiarity of being caught and fighting to survive.
To hell with this, to hell with them, how could they do this to her? ] LET ME GO! LET ME GO! He deserves it! He's a piece of shit and he deserves it!
[ Fights and fights and fights because it's what she does best even if it makes not a bit of sense anymore. ]
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Only it's Rhys' blood on her knuckles, on her cheek, trickling back down her arm. It's a shout that's ear-splittingly loud as she thrashes the second anything at all stops her from what's familiar. It's that Dante needs to hold with both arms and every bit of strength as she twists and pushes and shouts. Driving elbows and knees and heels with a familiarity of being caught and fighting to survive.
To hell with this, to hell with them, how could they do this to her? ] LET ME GO! LET ME GO! He deserves it! He's a piece of shit and he deserves it!
[ Fights and fights and fights because it's what she does best even if it makes not a bit of sense anymore. ]