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ℰʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ([personal profile] brooches) wrote in [personal profile] chiseler 2016-07-18 11:28 pm (UTC)

[ She's so tired and now she knows why. Her body, her shell, was not her own for a large portion of her time her. She doesn't know when. She doesn't know how. All she knew is that with her two hands, she killed countless people and hurt people she truly cared for.

Yet... people worried. Yes, she knows the looks - the fear. The same way the people in Columbia looked at her. She wasn't to the point she was back then - proud of scaring them in some sick redemption for her captivity. Elizabeth didn't like this one. When she feels helpless, but completely understanding of their feelings.

She was tended to, her vitals showing normal with whatever measuring they could do with the medbay in disarray. The person tending to her had left and she was just buttoning up her shirt by the time Luke came in. Good timing!!!

Her eyes lift, tired and heavy but she acknowledges him with a hoarse croak: ]


Come in.

[ She waves, very faintly and without much energy. ]

Did I - [ A beat. ] Did I hurt you in anyway too? I I did, I'm sorry -

[ She sound sincere, honestly going right to that before he even speaks. She's said sorry a lot today. ]

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