[How can anyone possibly be this foolish? Maketh shakes her head, fighting the urge to either throw the shot glass at the wall or smash it into Doctor Sweets' face. Grind the shard in until he stopped being stupid and accepted reality for what it was.]
Because there are things worse than dying, you stupid child.
[The shot glass breaks in her hand. She lets the shards fall, noting vaguely that she's bleeding. It doesn't hurt. It probably should.]
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Because there are things worse than dying, you stupid child.
[The shot glass breaks in her hand. She lets the shards fall, noting vaguely that she's bleeding. It doesn't hurt. It probably should.]
Get out of my sight.