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Date: 2017-12-25 09:29 pm (UTC)
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[ She almost pulls her hand away but just bites back a sigh, instead. She's had nightmares ever since she woke up next to a dead man in her apartment. But those nightmares hadn't compared to the ones where Fisk finds her and crushes her skull in with his bare hands. Sometimes he strangles her. Every time she dies.

Or at least it seems that way in the dream before she wakes up, screaming and trying to fight off the phantom that isn't there.

She knows what it's like. She knows more than she would ever want to admit. But all she can do is shake her head again. ]


I don't like it when my concern gets brushed off. That happens enough with people I care about. Getting kinda sick of it.

[ Back home and now here. She can't even escape this shit in another universe. Granted, that wasn't the real gripe here, though it seems to be a more prevalent thing with the kind of company she keeps. But she's not willing to admit Poe touched a very raw and active nerve. ]
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