[When the knife presses in hard enough to draw blood, that dragon power flickers up; she doesn't want to hurt him, but if he's going to kill her, she's not just going to sit here and let him.
But then he gets off and she sits up, going to rub her neck and giving him a cold glare. This asshole...!]
Tch...
[She can understand being crazy after that, but to threaten and attack her, after she tried to help?! Nevermind that she really was guilty, that sort of thing...]
I'm leaving.
[She can't say she regrets helping him, but even if she does feel guilt, that sort of reaction is enough to bury the sympathy and replace it with anger. She stands up, dusting off her pants a little and heading for the door.]
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But then he gets off and she sits up, going to rub her neck and giving him a cold glare. This asshole...!]
Tch...
[She can understand being crazy after that, but to threaten and attack her, after she tried to help?! Nevermind that she really was guilty, that sort of thing...]
I'm leaving.
[She can't say she regrets helping him, but even if she does feel guilt, that sort of reaction is enough to bury the sympathy and replace it with anger. She stands up, dusting off her pants a little and heading for the door.]
You're on your own.