( The rest of them are gone, and Kate looks... well, as pissed off as she ever looks, mouth a hard line and jaw set firmly. But her eyes are darting around, preferring to look at the cave rather than the one statue left.
These damned pieces of stone. She's seen them too many times. Too many rebels overseas taking pills they don't understand the risks of, or simply don't care about the risks of, in order to get a boost of power that might not even benefit them.
Too many times they've gone wrong and been left, standing out abandoned and waiting to shatter or decay under the pressures of time. She hates them. Hates the people willing to let others die like this for a quick profit.
Hates the fact that Marc was stupid enough to get caught up in it. Hates him for knowing every shitty risk of these pills and doing it anyway.
He isn't moving, isn't a threat, but her fist swings at his statue anyway and the stone shatters like crumbling sand under her touch. The cave shifts, ever so subtly, barely perceptible lights fading as the last of the illusion blows away with the dust of the last statue and all the tension in Kate's body with it. Not just the tension of minutes, hours, however long she's been in here, but the weeks since she woke up and all the months and years before it.
All at once it's like every last band holding the pieces of herself together snaps, falls apart as easily as the statues did when she attacked them and Kate all but collapses against Rei's chest. )
Don't. Say. Anything.
( It's a bit hard to sound threatening when you're grumbling that into a chest but she makes it work. Sorta. )
she can have some vulnerability as a treat. (for me. the treat's for me.)
( The rest of them are gone, and Kate looks... well, as pissed off as she ever looks, mouth a hard line and jaw set firmly. But her eyes are darting around, preferring to look at the cave rather than the one statue left.
These damned pieces of stone. She's seen them too many times. Too many rebels overseas taking pills they don't understand the risks of, or simply don't care about the risks of, in order to get a boost of power that might not even benefit them.
Too many times they've gone wrong and been left, standing out abandoned and waiting to shatter or decay under the pressures of time. She hates them. Hates the people willing to let others die like this for a quick profit.
Hates the fact that Marc was stupid enough to get caught up in it. Hates him for knowing every shitty risk of these pills and doing it anyway.
He isn't moving, isn't a threat, but her fist swings at his statue anyway and the stone shatters like crumbling sand under her touch. The cave shifts, ever so subtly, barely perceptible lights fading as the last of the illusion blows away with the dust of the last statue and all the tension in Kate's body with it. Not just the tension of minutes, hours, however long she's been in here, but the weeks since she woke up and all the months and years before it.
All at once it's like every last band holding the pieces of herself together snaps, falls apart as easily as the statues did when she attacked them and Kate all but collapses against Rei's chest. )
Don't. Say. Anything.
( It's a bit hard to sound threatening when you're grumbling that into a chest but she makes it work. Sorta. )