[ She stares at him, then the knife. Then back at him, again, her mind working faster the fresher the air becomes. She presses her lips together in a fine line, thinking that it probably won't be that easy. She doesn't expect violence -- the worst'll happen is they get stuck again in another loop.
So there's no real judgement, or implication she can come up with a better idea, when she whispers to him: ]
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So there's no real judgement, or implication she can come up with a better idea, when she whispers to him: ]
You're gonna try and stab a tree?