[Her hand falls to her stomach the moment she hears the word survivor. It doesn't mesh with the ugly scars the last owner of this body left her with. Survivors aren't left scarred and battered from her (warped) perspective. They're victorious, standing over the bodies of those who would try to end them.] If that were true, she'd still be here.
[It comes out hollow and resentful. How could she not hate someone who left her such ugliness? Her eyes move from the wall to Jessica as she shares even more borrowed wisdom from a mad woman.] Some things aren't worth keeping.
no subject
[It comes out hollow and resentful. How could she not hate someone who left her such ugliness? Her eyes move from the wall to Jessica as she shares even more borrowed wisdom from a mad woman.] Some things aren't worth keeping.