[There is an oppressive sense of danger far beyond the lion cage or the angry doucheface, and the wreckage of some first stand, in blood and impalement only confirmed it in bright red stains. She hesitates, stepping into the tent flaps, and letting it close behind her.
The skin is very familiar. ... If this is what she's fighting. What ALLEN is fighting.
But Miranda... Lenalee... A lot about them suddenly made sense and her heart ached just watching this, reminding herself that this has already happened. They lived through this. Still... she can't quite help...]
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The skin is very familiar. ... If this is what she's fighting. What ALLEN is fighting.
But Miranda... Lenalee... A lot about them suddenly made sense and her heart ached just watching this, reminding herself that this has already happened. They lived through this. Still... she can't quite help...]
Come on... you can't let it end here!