She throws the wreath of roses up at him suddenly, with as much force as she can muster with one hand, which granted really isn't much in her state, especially considering she's sitting on the ground and he's up so high and too far. It falls short, landing at his feet.
"You vile, contemptible cur. I burned! I burned and I cried for mercy, and dogs chews at my flesh as it crisped like I was naught but a roast, digging deep into my belly for a son that is no longer there and never will be. And she laughed, all she did was laugh. She need not have uttered a single word, for I could hear her message when the beast's jaws began to rip at my ears. Jezebel, Jezebel! Before I could hear nothing else, feel nothing else, only for it to begin again. And I watched others, heard them; still hear them whenever it is silent for too long."
Anne struggles to stand, grabbing onto the arm of her wheelchair to try and help launch herself up onto her knees, and then her feet. She'll get there eventually, assuming he doesn't run off before she's done with her rant.
"And I returned here to nothing but my shame and a broken body. An empty room and the silence, but who would ever wish to visit a madwoman, hm? I was all alone until I finally called for the names, and yours was not given, so you have no excuse! You would never, anyway, for you are the reason I was devoured! And then, in all your cruelty, you abandoned me on the ship, and then here. So that you could do naught but sit about drinking wine and smoking your cigarettes?! There is not a scratch on you. How dare you! How dare you! You failure!"
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She throws the wreath of roses up at him suddenly, with as much force as she can muster with one hand, which granted really isn't much in her state, especially considering she's sitting on the ground and he's up so high and too far. It falls short, landing at his feet.
"You vile, contemptible cur. I burned! I burned and I cried for mercy, and dogs chews at my flesh as it crisped like I was naught but a roast, digging deep into my belly for a son that is no longer there and never will be. And she laughed, all she did was laugh. She need not have uttered a single word, for I could hear her message when the beast's jaws began to rip at my ears. Jezebel, Jezebel! Before I could hear nothing else, feel nothing else, only for it to begin again. And I watched others, heard them; still hear them whenever it is silent for too long."
Anne struggles to stand, grabbing onto the arm of her wheelchair to try and help launch herself up onto her knees, and then her feet. She'll get there eventually, assuming he doesn't run off before she's done with her rant.
"And I returned here to nothing but my shame and a broken body. An empty room and the silence, but who would ever wish to visit a madwoman, hm? I was all alone until I finally called for the names, and yours was not given, so you have no excuse! You would never, anyway, for you are the reason I was devoured! And then, in all your cruelty, you abandoned me on the ship, and then here. So that you could do naught but sit about drinking wine and smoking your cigarettes?! There is not a scratch on you. How dare you! How dare you! You failure!"