[He flinched. He flinched, he flinched, and she didn't even touch him. Maketh takes a shuddering breath. Stars, her chest hurts. There's something tight in her throat as well, something she can't quite swallow around. A tension she doesn't have a name for. It's just there, spreading, sinking in.]
no subject
Next time I'll hurt you.
[She says it softly.]
Get out.