The creature in Joan turns her head to bite Marcus' wrist, and Joan recoils-- she won't hurt anyone else she loves, and she wrests control back for a moment, another. "No no no fuck you fuck-" she gets water in her mouth and chokes, bile spits from her and she's crying. It's all too much, it's too much and she's tired and she wants to go home but there is no home to go back to. There's no safe place to rest.
If she gives up, the thing will kill Marcus.
So she keeps fighting.
She reaches out of the water and grabs for Marcus' hand, pressing it to her face and curling around it. She doesn't know why. It just makes sense at the time. It hurts like nothing the fuck else on earth, hurts worse than her father, hurts worse than Luke dying, and that in itself is a freedom. She never thought anything could hurt worse than that.
She realizes the thing in and beyond her chest, the soul or whatever, doesn't burn as much anymore. One eye opens between Marcus' fingers. "How do you know if...?" If it's over.
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If she gives up, the thing will kill Marcus.
So she keeps fighting.
She reaches out of the water and grabs for Marcus' hand, pressing it to her face and curling around it. She doesn't know why. It just makes sense at the time. It hurts like nothing the fuck else on earth, hurts worse than her father, hurts worse than Luke dying, and that in itself is a freedom. She never thought anything could hurt worse than that.
She realizes the thing in and beyond her chest, the soul or whatever, doesn't burn as much anymore. One eye opens between Marcus' fingers. "How do you know if...?" If it's over.