[ He catches her in a second and she thinks: this is it. He's got her gun and there wouldn't be time to get to a closet and nab another weapon without him catching up even if she could get away. This Joel - this Mirror, she has to tell herself, as a wild spike of panic surges through her, is too fast. Maybe that's what he's supposed to be, then. Some version of - some version where he'd just become a hunter with no ties to anyone else.
The Mirror nearly crushes her, pinning her arms and forcing her face into the floor. The raw fear fills her as if she's stuck in a locked room and the water is rising, but she knows she can't give in to that, no matter how goddamn awful this is and seems like it's going to be. Her phone may still be in her pocket, but she won't be able to reach Joel if he's on the other side of the mirrors, and she wouldn't have time to send out any message to anyone, with him bearing down on her.
He's close, all of a sudden, and she flinches reactively, squirming as much as she can to try and get away. The comments about Joel - the real Joel - don't dig in as deep as he'd probably like. She thinks she knows well enough how Joel feels about her, and her own insecurities (she has to hope, in these dire moments so devoid of hope) are safe from the Mirror's knowledge. ]
I'm just gonna come back if you kill me, you shithead! [ She yells, struggling all the while. ] And then I'll hunt you down and kick the shit out of you!
[ Not alone: she isn't stupid. With a mob. And lots of weapons.
The revenge fantasy is nice when it's really all she has. ]
You're not even fucking real! [ She continues to shout, voice full of venom. ] You're a stupid-fucking-fairytale made up by the Queen of Hearts, and that's the saddest damn thing I ever heard, you fake character piece of shit.
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The Mirror nearly crushes her, pinning her arms and forcing her face into the floor. The raw fear fills her as if she's stuck in a locked room and the water is rising, but she knows she can't give in to that, no matter how goddamn awful this is and seems like it's going to be. Her phone may still be in her pocket, but she won't be able to reach Joel if he's on the other side of the mirrors, and she wouldn't have time to send out any message to anyone, with him bearing down on her.
He's close, all of a sudden, and she flinches reactively, squirming as much as she can to try and get away. The comments about Joel - the real Joel - don't dig in as deep as he'd probably like. She thinks she knows well enough how Joel feels about her, and her own insecurities (she has to hope, in these dire moments so devoid of hope) are safe from the Mirror's knowledge. ]
I'm just gonna come back if you kill me, you shithead! [ She yells, struggling all the while. ] And then I'll hunt you down and kick the shit out of you!
[ Not alone: she isn't stupid. With a mob. And lots of weapons.
The revenge fantasy is nice when it's really all she has. ]
You're not even fucking real! [ She continues to shout, voice full of venom. ] You're a stupid-fucking-fairytale made up by the Queen of Hearts, and that's the saddest damn thing I ever heard, you fake character piece of shit.