[ a guard lays hands on her and sonia goes still again, doesn't fight in the least, just hiccuping and trying to swallow the rising tide of tears creeping up the back of her throat. she doesn't resist when the guard pulls her back, doesn't even complain that his grip is far too tight -- she just stares after byerly, red-eyed, calling out hoarsely so loud it might as well be a scream. ]
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Why wouldn't you hit me back?