[ With every passing moment, Alice grows more and more agitated. She spits, barely turning to Ariadne. ]
No.
[ The dogs barely invoke another fear out of her, a fear of loss that holds her. A fear she can't shake no matter how many times she drives her knife through. She's done.
She's shaking with anger and grief. ]
Why?
So you end up like them? Frightened out of your mind?
action;
No.
[ The dogs barely invoke another fear out of her, a fear of loss that holds her. A fear she can't shake no matter how many times she drives her knife through. She's done.
She's shaking with anger and grief. ]
Why?
So you end up like them? Frightened out of your mind?