( tired is a good word for it. the energy it takes to keep herself from thinking about shit — things before and things since she signed up — has long since stopped being a natural given gift and instead exists purely out of... well. she's not sure. fear? perhaps. like if she stops moving she'll be pulled into the quicksand of nightmares.
drink is a pretty good substitute when she can't keep running around. )
Doubt anyone gets out fine.
( Ainsworth handled it better, true, but even with all his family pride and still existing belief in the necessity of their old job, she's heard him waking up in the middle of the night, panicked and reaching for a weapon. they've sat silently in hotel rooms, drinking coffee in the dark because going back to sleep just means inviting worse things to haunt you.
they never spoke about it. )
... 'S more noble, I guess. ( there's a shrug. you can't debate the morality of stopping mindless, power hungry monsters, can you? ) Better pay.
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drink is a pretty good substitute when she can't keep running around. )
Doubt anyone gets out fine.
( Ainsworth handled it better, true, but even with all his family pride and still existing belief in the necessity of their old job, she's heard him waking up in the middle of the night, panicked and reaching for a weapon. they've sat silently in hotel rooms, drinking coffee in the dark because going back to sleep just means inviting worse things to haunt you.
they never spoke about it. )
... 'S more noble, I guess. ( there's a shrug. you can't debate the morality of stopping mindless, power hungry monsters, can you? ) Better pay.
( that's always important, isn't it? )