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[personal profile] inequals 2024-03-13 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Isabel's gun fires, and the scene suddenly shatters, like she shot a mirror, like she shot a thin panel of ice. It splinters as her bullet stops in place, exactly where it should've gone, right in that fucker's head.

And then everything shatters, leaving a black hole in the place of the doctor, a cold draft of wind coming from it that seems to pull Isabel forward.

The guilt still lies with you, but you don't have to contain it internally -- not when there's fuckers you know are to blame.

Don't fix the symptoms, fix the disease. Isabel would know best.

There's no way to go but forward.
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[personal profile] thematics 2024-03-13 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ like being spaced. is this what it was like? more fire, probably. a heat death. maybe it was painless. who knows. she doesn't remember that part.

And you sink, and sink, and sink into the depths. And then youโ€™re just... gone. But thatโ€™s not the end of the story.

and then, after that, no way to go but forward. where are the other two...? ]
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[personal profile] inequals 2024-03-14 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, you'll see them soon enough! ]