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“Well, when was that last time you tried?” Rosemary replied, quirking a brow and widening all four eyes in blatant exasperation. Between Brandy and Riftweaver, she’d had enough of people who needed therapy ignoring her advice. Now the Typhoon had a murderer who couldn’t explain why he’d killed, and she’d never seen such a sorry excuse for a cretin in her whole life.
“How you describe the memory issues with your time outside of the Typhoon sounds like trauma. Specifically, complex-ptsd, as you’ve implied it happened over a long period of time and you’ve repressed the memories themselves.”
The trembling healer grit her teeth and her smaller eyes glanced at Roxanne, Emil, and Michael—fuck, he left—to back her up. Goddammit. Who left in the middle of a dangerous mental breakdown? Who does that?
She refocused completely on Cory. Her tongue swiped across her teeth, and she inhaled to steel herself. “The health and safety of everyone in the Typhoon is my priority. I cannot, in good consciousness, allow someone with a senseless violent streak to wander around the Typhoon freely, especially if you won’t even try to address the source of the problem.” Her forked tail flicked, tangling within itself, until it lashed through the air.
“I know it’s difficult to face your demons. But the hurt done to you? That doesn’t excuse the hurt you do.”
[/td][/tr][/table]“How you describe the memory issues with your time outside of the Typhoon sounds like trauma. Specifically, complex-ptsd, as you’ve implied it happened over a long period of time and you’ve repressed the memories themselves.”
The trembling healer grit her teeth and her smaller eyes glanced at Roxanne, Emil, and Michael—fuck, he left—to back her up. Goddammit. Who left in the middle of a dangerous mental breakdown? Who does that?
She refocused completely on Cory. Her tongue swiped across her teeth, and she inhaled to steel herself. “The health and safety of everyone in the Typhoon is my priority. I cannot, in good consciousness, allow someone with a senseless violent streak to wander around the Typhoon freely, especially if you won’t even try to address the source of the problem.” Her forked tail flicked, tangling within itself, until it lashed through the air.
“I know it’s difficult to face your demons. But the hurt done to you? That doesn’t excuse the hurt you do.”
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?