[The mention of Chekov is blindingly painful; she brushes off his hand like he's stuck his fingers in an open wound.]
I don't wanna talk about it.
[It's still too close for her to think about clearly. The curse wove its way into the fight they'd been having too neatly for her to be able to distinguish it from her normal behavior.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
I don't wanna talk about it.
[It's still too close for her to think about clearly. The curse wove its way into the fight they'd been having too neatly for her to be able to distinguish it from her normal behavior.]