[ the world comes to her in snapshots. one moment she’s wrestling siobhan to get the knife away from her, and in another she’s sinking it into her abdomen. and then… then…? when did saber get there? how much time passed between the murder and being led back? she remembers being led to the fountain and back to the burning library where the urgency of the fire had brought forth that primal instinct to live once more… but all of this she remembers like a spectator watching a scene unfold before them.
the impersonal and passive version of her comes to a logical conclusion that strikes her mind and soul with the force of a sledgehammer.
‘you killed siobhan roy.’ ]
I- I don’t… No one was awake… I couldn’t…
[ she’s curled up with her legs pressed close against her chest. there’s scrapes on her hands, the gravel from them washed off or removed with all the movement. they’re not bleeding badly, but there are patches that are still lightly oozing blood. ]
I-I’m sorry. Saber, I— because of me— I— you— aaaah…
[ the words fail her. the horror of having made saber an accessory to her crimes. if her legs weren’t failing her, she’d try to walk away. but there’s nothing she can do but stare at her partner with shell-shock horror. ]
no subject
the impersonal and passive version of her comes to a logical conclusion that strikes her mind and soul with the force of a sledgehammer.
‘you killed siobhan roy.’ ]
I- I don’t… No one was awake… I couldn’t…
[ she’s curled up with her legs pressed close against her chest. there’s scrapes on her hands, the gravel from them washed off or removed with all the movement. they’re not bleeding badly, but there are patches that are still lightly oozing blood. ]
I-I’m sorry. Saber, I— because of me— I— you— aaaah…
[ the words fail her. the horror of having made saber an accessory to her crimes. if her legs weren’t failing her, she’d try to walk away. but there’s nothing she can do but stare at her partner with shell-shock horror. ]