"Answer me!" she hissed. This was important somehow. Since she could remember she felt numbed, like experience the world through the light of a greenhouse. This was different. This was anger. It made her feel more alive and much, much more powerful. She wanted - needed - to hold onto it and the blessed clarity it provided.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2014-02-19 04:49 am (UTC)"Where were you during the Quake?"