[She pulls her arm away, not sharply. It's not an unwanted gesture, but Mantis feels as if it's an undeserved gesture. She folds her arms over her stomach and hunches in on herself even as the memory begins to replay.]
I could have refused. [And then died in the same way, says a small voice in her mind.]
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I could have refused. [And then died in the same way, says a small voice in her mind.]