[ She doesn't move away, but she doesn't move closer, only standing there while nails continue to scrape, scrape, timing out the rhythm of her cracked thoughts. Still dripping wet, still cold, still weak-kneed—there are many things she could ask for. It feels as though all he's done is attempt to help her. So had Ethan and the rest of them, but the demons kept returning. Here they are now. ]
There is no helping me.
[ There's a glance upward with pale eyes that tremble with the rest of her. The flicker of vibrancy that was there when about to tease him just before the room has since frozen over. ]
no subject
There is no helping me.
[ There's a glance upward with pale eyes that tremble with the rest of her. The flicker of vibrancy that was there when about to tease him just before the room has since frozen over. ]
And who will help you?