[She could almost fall asleep like this, cradled in Rue's soft, warm embrace. Like being hugged by a pillow...
Caitlyn forces herself to open her eyes, frowning heavily from the effort. It's becoming clearer now - truly clearer, not the awful sort of clarity she'd been convinced of a few minutes ago.
This started shortly after she picked up that gun. And only now that it's no longer in her possession is she realizing how self-destructive she'd become in the time she had it.]
You mustn't touch the gun. [That's about the extent of what she can manage before she finds her eyes slipping closed again. Not having slept or eaten in days, her body is going to force her to rest whether she wants to or not. But she's got to warn Rue before she falls asleep.]
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Caitlyn forces herself to open her eyes, frowning heavily from the effort. It's becoming clearer now - truly clearer, not the awful sort of clarity she'd been convinced of a few minutes ago.
This started shortly after she picked up that gun. And only now that it's no longer in her possession is she realizing how self-destructive she'd become in the time she had it.]
You mustn't touch the gun. [That's about the extent of what she can manage before she finds her eyes slipping closed again. Not having slept or eaten in days, her body is going to force her to rest whether she wants to or not. But she's got to warn Rue before she falls asleep.]