[There's someone staring at her. She can feel the eyes. Not that it matters. They aren't part of her current universe, not in her Circumstances, right now that's just her and this fire--red, not blue, and now it's fading to orange, and to yellow, and that little spark is gone--maybe her eyes are watering, but it's only from the smoke and the heat and the light, nothing else. There are no tears on her face when she turns, only disdain and a pair of narrowed eyes.]
Maybe. Better than someone else wasting it for me.
[To wit: who the fuck are you, and why are you smiling like that? Does she know you?]
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Maybe. Better than someone else wasting it for me.
[To wit: who the fuck are you, and why are you smiling like that? Does she know you?]