[ how much Silco is here in the moment seems questionable - but at least it's enough that he gives a little spluttering cough before swallowing the concoction he'd being fed. the relief is mild; she doesn't trust that this stupid talking plant-face is going to hold up to its word, that she isn't just feeding him a more potent sort of poison, that all this wasn't orchestrated just to make them suffer.
but she's reaching for the other vial with a strangled noise of pain, her mangled hand still clutched to her chest and blood spilled over her torso and staining her pants. her hands are clutching the next vial, clumsy but determinedly bringing this one to her lips to uncap it as well. ]
--Don't close your eyes. Don't you-- don't you dare even think about--
[ leaving her. ...she can't finish it. won't. but what she gets out sounds almost accusatory, angry; Silco would hear the note of fear in her voice underneath the cover of pain, rage. being put in this position, being made to dance on someone else's strings -- both of them? and to see Silco this way...?
she can't remember the last time she was so god damn livid.
so she tips the vial back to her lips with trembling fingers, choking back the bitter liquid -- and then tossing away the empty container with an airy exhale of frustration. and though it's futile, she's moving to try and get herself up to her knees as though to push herself all the way upright, tugging at Silco's sleeve as if she intends to drag him with her.
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but she's reaching for the other vial with a strangled noise of pain, her mangled hand still clutched to her chest and blood spilled over her torso and staining her pants. her hands are clutching the next vial, clumsy but determinedly bringing this one to her lips to uncap it as well. ]
--Don't close your eyes. Don't you-- don't you dare even think about--
[
leaving her....she can't finish it. won't. but what she gets out sounds almost accusatory, angry; Silco would hear the note of fear in her voice underneath the cover of pain, rage. being put in this position, being made to dance on someone else's strings -- both of them? and to see Silco this way...?she can't remember the last time she was so god damn livid.
so she tips the vial back to her lips with trembling fingers, choking back the bitter liquid -- and then tossing away the empty container with an airy exhale of frustration. and though it's futile, she's moving to try and get herself up to her knees as though to push herself all the way upright, tugging at Silco's sleeve as if she intends to drag him with her.
she wants out of here. now. ]