[ It's a strange feeling, teetering over the edge. Whatever it is that rolls around inside of her is demanding to come out, and with that she feels she might topple down into the darkness. She doesn't feel like herself, like it might slip out of her grasp. But then there's hands on her shoulders, a soft voice. There's faint recognition there, something desperate in her gaze as two pupil-less eyes look up at the older girl. ]
You shouldn't— [ She bares her teeth, two sharp fangs. She shouldn't touch her, it's not safe. She tries to push Clarisse off, her voice ragged and raw. ] I'm not safe.
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You shouldn't— [ She bares her teeth, two sharp fangs. She shouldn't touch her, it's not safe. She tries to push Clarisse off, her voice ragged and raw. ] I'm not safe.