[ It all happens so fast— the knife being brandished, the sap oozing out like blood, to that blood curdling scream that shakes the room. The best she can do at first is flinch, and stare dumbfounded at the scene before her, mouth slightly agape. Yes, she would've done anything to escape, but this? It feels like they're asking for something bad to happen, or for the creature to lash out at them— which would only spell dire consequences for all those in the room with little in the ways of defense.
She's aware of her own strengths, and here, she's viscerally aware of her own frailty. The way things have turned to violence - she feels forced into vulnerability, forced into a situation where much more than a finger off her hand is at risk. It's barely been any time since the last time she was forced to confront just how quickly her own life could end when she's in the thick of bloodshed, and the violence in front of her gives her a sick sense of déjà vu. As the onslaught goes on, dread begins to well up in her, and Gen latching onto her forearm only heightens it— because she knows he feels it too. This doesn't seem like it'll be fine, least of all for the two of them. She goes willingly when Gen yanks her, even if she stumbles from the force of it. Right now, and after everything? She feels it's safer next to him than anywhere else in the room. Her body sticks close to his, already bracing, as if for some kind of impact. ]
What are you guys doing? If we kill it, we still won't have a way out...!
[ There's a frantic note to her words, rushed and pleading, wanting nothing more than for this to just stop, before something they'll really regret comes to fruition. But her eyes don't search out Kaeya's, Gen's, or Amos's. No, she's busy, seeming panicked as she swivels her head around at the enclosure of branches, looking desperately for any signs of an escape route appearing. But there's nothing to be found. They're still fully and wholly trapped, regardless of their efforts. ]
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She's aware of her own strengths, and here, she's viscerally aware of her own frailty. The way things have turned to violence - she feels forced into vulnerability, forced into a situation where much more than a finger off her hand is at risk. It's barely been any time since the last time she was forced to confront just how quickly her own life could end when she's in the thick of bloodshed, and the violence in front of her gives her a sick sense of déjà vu. As the onslaught goes on, dread begins to well up in her, and Gen latching onto her forearm only heightens it— because she knows he feels it too. This doesn't seem like it'll be fine, least of all for the two of them. She goes willingly when Gen yanks her, even if she stumbles from the force of it. Right now, and after everything? She feels it's safer next to him than anywhere else in the room. Her body sticks close to his, already bracing, as if for some kind of impact. ]
What are you guys doing? If we kill it, we still won't have a way out...!
[ There's a frantic note to her words, rushed and pleading, wanting nothing more than for this to just stop, before something they'll really regret comes to fruition. But her eyes don't search out Kaeya's, Gen's, or Amos's. No, she's busy, seeming panicked as she swivels her head around at the enclosure of branches, looking desperately for any signs of an escape route appearing. But there's nothing to be found. They're still fully and wholly trapped, regardless of their efforts. ]