[The sterile white, the blue aura, starts to shift and fade into the darkness of the arena. It's brief, warping in and out, the same way Hanna is coming in and out of consciousness.
Sixteen, twenty-nine, sixteen again, and she's suddenly spitting blood from her mouth. One too many hits to the mouth and face. It's not much, thankfully.]
Just get me out, please. Anywhere but here. Or Leith. [She can't even beg to go home, not like she used to as a child when she was tired and fussy and bratty.]
no subject
Home.]
I don't have a home.
[The sterile white, the blue aura, starts to shift and fade into the darkness of the arena. It's brief, warping in and out, the same way Hanna is coming in and out of consciousness.
Sixteen, twenty-nine, sixteen again, and she's suddenly spitting blood from her mouth. One too many hits to the mouth and face. It's not much, thankfully.]
Just get me out, please. Anywhere but here. Or Leith. [She can't even beg to go home, not like she used to as a child when she was tired and fussy and bratty.]