[She repeats it again with some effort, his apology infuriating her even in her fading state. Her attempt to glare at him is thrown off by her inability to tell exactly where he is--even with her eyes open, she sees nothing but a fuzzy smear of colour.
She can tell that she's probably going to die. She's going to die, and it's all his fault.]
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:00 pm (UTC)[She repeats it again with some effort, his apology infuriating her even in her fading state. Her attempt to glare at him is thrown off by her inability to tell exactly where he is--even with her eyes open, she sees nothing but a fuzzy smear of colour.
She can tell that she's probably going to die. She's going to die, and it's all his fault.]