[The false warmth pushed into her name as it slips from his lips, just before he goes crashing in to the solid door to the North Wing. It knows everything, and as he stands against, shadows bleeding in from all over the station to cover the floor. Crawling up the walls around them, it smiles a bloody smile.]
Still sore about Newton?
[Because she's trying to stop him (it, them) and that will not stand. Not when victory is so close. His fingers twist together and the shadows climb her, swarming over her body, seeking to slip in to her mouth and fill her with darkness.]
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[The false warmth pushed into her name as it slips from his lips, just before he goes crashing in to the solid door to the North Wing. It knows everything, and as he stands against, shadows bleeding in from all over the station to cover the floor. Crawling up the walls around them, it smiles a bloody smile.]
Still sore about Newton?
[Because she's trying to stop him (it, them) and that will not stand. Not when victory is so close. His fingers twist together and the shadows climb her, swarming over her body, seeking to slip in to her mouth and fill her with darkness.]