[getting pulled up by her hair and dragged along with ruby rose is really just adding insult to injury. anna would think it was funny if she weren't leaving a trail of blood for anyone to follow. (it felt warm and sticky on her face as it dribbled past the eyepatch; she could hear it burbling through the hole in the center when the fabric got too thick with it.)]
[she's brought into the darkness of an unfamiliar room and she's still in so much pain that it's hard to even speak. her fingers are shaking, and as impotent as she is, she tries to reach up and at least remove the eyepatch. so she doesn't have to worry about one of her memories from home bleeding into another. ha. they're both gone now, aren't they? and what does she have left? a bloodstained t-shirt from a band that doesn't exist in trench. her katana, which isn't even hers. what else is there that she brought over from recollé when she washed up on the beach a year and a half ago?]
[she'll think more on that later. she won't have a choice depending on what her captor has planned for her. wordlessly, anna runs her hand through the trail of blood coming down her face and flicks it at ruby.]
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[she's brought into the darkness of an unfamiliar room and she's still in so much pain that it's hard to even speak. her fingers are shaking, and as impotent as she is, she tries to reach up and at least remove the eyepatch. so she doesn't have to worry about one of her memories from home bleeding into another. ha. they're both gone now, aren't they? and what does she have left? a bloodstained t-shirt from a band that doesn't exist in trench. her katana, which isn't even hers. what else is there that she brought over from recollé when she washed up on the beach a year and a half ago?]
[she'll think more on that later. she won't have a choice depending on what her captor has planned for her. wordlessly, anna runs her hand through the trail of blood coming down her face and flicks it at ruby.]