[The bundle of Chara in her arms is shaking, not struggling. There's no fight, now: only fear.
Holding them with two arms, as if cradling a glass statue, she stands, eyes focused straight ahead into the inky black. Turning to focus her omni-tool's flashlight at another corner of the rock-hewn room, where she knew they'd be standing still. Motionless. Unrepentant.
"What now", indeed.]
We've done what we can with the victims. Now we deal with the instigators.
no subject
Holding them with two arms, as if cradling a glass statue, she stands, eyes focused straight ahead into the inky black. Turning to focus her omni-tool's flashlight at another corner of the rock-hewn room, where she knew they'd be standing still. Motionless. Unrepentant.
"What now", indeed.]
We've done what we can with the victims. Now we deal with the instigators.