Entry tags:
hopefully headed to
multiversal
[GG is apparently involved in some very deep thought, hands on her hips as she stares intently at nothing.
Eventually, she speaks, in a Quebecois accent, her tone rough:]
Right. Fine. We’ll compromise.
I’ll let you bring me in dripping blood. If- you give me the satisfaction of knowing he’s dead. Got it? If I'm doing this I'm doing it properly. Not ‘badly wounded’, not ‘oh, he’ll- he'll never walk or talk or see again’.
Dead.
[And that’s all. She throws up her hands to indicate as much and then shoves them back on her hips, eyebrows still drawn aggressively downwards.]
Eventually, she speaks, in a Quebecois accent, her tone rough:]
Right. Fine. We’ll compromise.
I’ll let you bring me in dripping blood. If- you give me the satisfaction of knowing he’s dead. Got it? If I'm doing this I'm doing it properly. Not ‘badly wounded’, not ‘oh, he’ll- he'll never walk or talk or see again’.
Dead.
[And that’s all. She throws up her hands to indicate as much and then shoves them back on her hips, eyebrows still drawn aggressively downwards.]
