[anna's not paying attention, or more accurately she's slipping in and out. head trauma has a way of doing that. the teeth on one side of her mouth are starting to turn red from the blood leaking into it, but she supposes everything's a little red in the light of the rose.]

[her head lolls back when ruby grabs her shirt, and she laughs thickly.]

All right, fine, I'll apologize. [her voice is weary, but the expression on her face isn't fading at all.] Sorry that I told Ange she's just making a dream bubble. Sorry that this is the one time I'm fucking right about something and nobody's listening to me. Sorry that I'm the one with the ruined eye and you're still blind to it all.