[Her hand lowers again and she returns to holding herself, eyes sliding away. Is she supposed to be disgusted? Relieved? What would the hero feel, in this situation? Ryder dismisses that thought before she's even finished it. Even with unlikely and unwilling heroes, she didn't fit the bill. But then, does it matter what she feels? It more or less just feels like confirmation.
Here but...]
Yeah. I dunno.
[She tried not to think about it too much. When she did, she risked remembering the fear in others' eyes as they were torn into mere feet from her even though she'd been the one to fall, leaving Ryder frozen in place until the undead had either had its fill or the bitten and abandoned classmate was through with their crying and seizures and rose up before her. They'd pass by just like in the halls. Any number of nightmares weren't going to illuminate the why of it for her.]
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[Her hand lowers again and she returns to holding herself, eyes sliding away. Is she supposed to be disgusted? Relieved? What would the hero feel, in this situation? Ryder dismisses that thought before she's even finished it. Even with unlikely and unwilling heroes, she didn't fit the bill. But then, does it matter what she feels? It more or less just feels like confirmation.
Here but...]
Yeah. I dunno.
[She tried not to think about it too much. When she did, she risked remembering the fear in others' eyes as they were torn into mere feet from her even though she'd been the one to fall, leaving Ryder frozen in place until the undead had either had its fill or the bitten and abandoned classmate was through with their crying and seizures and rose up before her. They'd pass by just like in the halls. Any number of nightmares weren't going to illuminate the why of it for her.]
Um... Sorry.