[She doesn't exactly seem to have much of a problem painting herself in a less than positive light, if only because right now she could care less what Molly thinks of her. It's like what Takasugi had been telling her all along - if people couldn't handle her unpleasantries then they had no right to be someone she wasted her time caring about.]
It hadn't even been my fault that time. He was lucky to make it out alive himself.
[Whatever. She gives her lips a small lick. They're beginning to stick and feel tacky thanks to the blood coating them.]
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[She doesn't exactly seem to have much of a problem painting herself in a less than positive light, if only because right now she could care less what Molly thinks of her. It's like what Takasugi had been telling her all along - if people couldn't handle her unpleasantries then they had no right to be someone she wasted her time caring about.]
It hadn't even been my fault that time. He was lucky to make it out alive himself.
[Whatever. She gives her lips a small lick. They're beginning to stick and feel tacky thanks to the blood coating them.]
Humans are the worst.