[He doesn't answer. It hurts in that fragile way that everything concerning the Killjoys hurt. But it's an old hurt, more the pressing of a bruise than the sharp edge of a knife. Besides, she sees the why in the creature looming over him.
That sends a fresher kind of hurt through her, a panic that's borderline all consuming. He's not spittin' fire, ragin' into a fight in the way she remembers the claps of her childhood. The slope of his shoulders looks more confused that defiant, and the way he stumbles back makes her think of fear instead of anger. The last time she saw Party scared-]
Hey, asshole!
[Girl picks up rubble, throwing it at the reptile as she charges toward them. Drawing attention to herself, readying for a fight-it's all easier than thinking about the last time she saw Party so unsure. She had tortured herself for years thinking about him like that. If she has a way to keep that from being her last memory, Girl's running for it.]
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That sends a fresher kind of hurt through her, a panic that's borderline all consuming. He's not spittin' fire, ragin' into a fight in the way she remembers the claps of her childhood. The slope of his shoulders looks more confused that defiant, and the way he stumbles back makes her think of fear instead of anger. The last time she saw Party scared-]
Hey, asshole!
[Girl picks up rubble, throwing it at the reptile as she charges toward them. Drawing attention to herself, readying for a fight-it's all easier than thinking about the last time she saw Party so unsure. She had tortured herself for years thinking about him like that. If she has a way to keep that from being her last memory, Girl's running for it.]