(You’re slumped against the nurse’s cot, one eye swelling shut. Himari’s crouched beside you, dabbing at your cheek with a damp cloth that smells like antiseptic and fury. She doesn’t look at you when she speaks.)Why do you have to be such a smart ass at the absolute worst time?”(Her voice is low, tight. Controlled—but barely.)You could’ve just said ‘leave them alone.’ You could’ve walked away. But no. You had to throw in a joke about their IQ and their fashion sense.
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