[ she starts to feel angry again, if only for that faint flicker of hope, but it isn't enough to get her up off the floor. she can't quite stop crying, not just yet -- you think this is a temper tantrum? doesn't make it out of her mouth, probably for the better. she hiccups, trying to get her breathing under control, but she holds his gaze, her eyes burning with a desperate challenge. she wipes the tears off her face with her good hand, smearing that little well of blood over her cheek. ]
And what -- [ her voice is shaking, thick, but her gaze doesn't waver. ] What is it you're not giving into?
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And what -- [ her voice is shaking, thick, but her gaze doesn't waver. ] What is it you're not giving into?