If you want to stay here in the middle of all this, then be my flaking guest!
(Syen is confused, and she's tired, and her heart hurts from mistaking them for somebody who once hurt her. The mess of emotion is converting into anger very quickly; how else is she supposed to feel? This place is playing some kind of trick on her. She hates it.)
But if you want to go, let's go.
(She's assuming that 'clap' is- as rust, and flake are synonymous for swear words where Syen's concerned- a different way of saying 'this mess'. She doesn't know a way out. Her plan was just to pick a direction and fuck off into it, honestly, and if anything wants to stop her, well. It can rusting well try, can't it.)
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(Syen is confused, and she's tired, and her heart hurts from mistaking them for somebody who once hurt her. The mess of emotion is converting into anger very quickly; how else is she supposed to feel? This place is playing some kind of trick on her. She hates it.)
But if you want to go, let's go.
(She's assuming that 'clap' is- as rust, and flake are synonymous for swear words where Syen's concerned- a different way of saying 'this mess'. She doesn't know a way out. Her plan was just to pick a direction and fuck off into it, honestly, and if anything wants to stop her, well. It can rusting well try, can't it.)