[When she gets the message, she's already feeling worn. The emotions she could lay aside and call up at will are failing her, catching like rough nails on clothing and velcro on hair: sticking and bothersome, and painful when she finally shoves them away.
The message from Iris fills her with fear and anger, and a sense of regret she's been struggling with all day.
She chooses anger, since she can't seem to get rid of it, when she answers.]
i'll decide whether or not i'm going to kill you after i've checked in with him.
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The message from Iris fills her with fear and anger, and a sense of regret she's been struggling with all day.
She chooses anger, since she can't seem to get rid of it, when she answers.]
i'll decide whether or not i'm going to kill you after i've checked in with him.