Jo had to bite her cheek not to laugh. It would be that sharp, high laugh, the one she'd given in the basement when she saw the guns, again. The one that said the world was different here.
Except it wasn't. She couldn't let it be.
She reached up her empty hand, wrapping her fingers around her neck.
She nodded at Stella behind the bar, giving a thin wan smile, before she said, still and calm and dark.
"All I have right now is the need to beat the ever living shit out of something. Constantly. And I'd be happier if that something deserved it and could be eviscerated in the process."
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Jo had to bite her cheek not to laugh. It would be that sharp, high laugh, the one she'd given in the basement when she saw the guns, again. The one that said the world was different here.
Except it wasn't. She couldn't let it be.
She reached up her empty hand, wrapping her fingers around her neck.
She nodded at Stella behind the bar, giving a thin wan smile, before she said, still and calm and dark.
"All I have right now is the need to beat the ever living shit out of something. Constantly. And I'd be happier if that something deserved it and could be eviscerated in the process."