It's not about nourishment or putting him at a bigger disadvantage, it's about proving a point to a creature that's forgotten what people are for, that he used to be one, a man that could die like any other...
Jesus, do you think that little of me? That I'm so goddamn bloodthirsty I would sacrifice a friend's life for this? Because that's what I'm doing if I get demoted, I'm well aware of that: I'm killing half my pack in one fell swoop. And I've already lost my best friend--
[The word escapes on a sob, and just like that she feels tears, she can't breathe because her chest is knotted so tight her lungs can't expand.
She can handle what Jerry did to her. She can...she just can't do it alone, and that's what breaks her.
Because she can't forget her. Not yet, not yet...she can't cut that wound out of her heart just yet.
And until she can do that, she can't function in a world where she's this alone.]
--and I can't...I can't let that be for--for--
[She's still sobbing, she can't make it stop. She can't turn it off...it sweeps up so suddenly, burning and clawing at her insides that she actually feels like she's being smothered by that absence and that pain, that protecting her pack cost her the one person she needs...
She doesn't cut the feed, she can't think enough to. Instead, she simply lets the comm fall from her fingers and moves into the other room, a fist pressed to her mouth to try and silence the noise while she tries to swallow the tears down.]
[Warden Filter]
Jesus, do you think that little of me? That I'm so goddamn bloodthirsty I would sacrifice a friend's life for this? Because that's what I'm doing if I get demoted, I'm well aware of that: I'm killing half my pack in one fell swoop. And I've already lost my best friend--
[The word escapes on a sob, and just like that she feels tears, she can't breathe because her chest is knotted so tight her lungs can't expand.
She can handle what Jerry did to her. She can...she just can't do it alone, and that's what breaks her.
Because she can't forget her. Not yet, not yet...she can't cut that wound out of her heart just yet.
And until she can do that, she can't function in a world where she's this alone.]
--and I can't...I can't let that be for--for--
[She's still sobbing, she can't make it stop. She can't turn it off...it sweeps up so suddenly, burning and clawing at her insides that she actually feels like she's being smothered by that absence and that pain, that protecting her pack cost her the one person she needs...
She doesn't cut the feed, she can't think enough to. Instead, she simply lets the comm fall from her fingers and moves into the other room, a fist pressed to her mouth to try and silence the noise while she tries to swallow the tears down.]