( It's not really a fight. If it were, Kate wouldn't pause after her fist connects, wouldn't give Caster the opening. She wouldn't inhale sharply or shake her head free of the whispers in her mind.
She'll leave you too. Die, be torn away. What does it matter? It's better if you get rid of her now, don't you think?
She shudders, rubbing the knuckles where she hit Caster, and manages to find words; )
Go. Get the hell out.
( Leave her, because she's always going to fucking be alone at the end of the day. )
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She'll leave you too. Die, be torn away. What does it matter? It's better if you get rid of her now, don't you think?
She shudders, rubbing the knuckles where she hit Caster, and manages to find words; )
Go. Get the hell out.
( Leave her, because she's always going to fucking be alone at the end of the day. )