[At his head shake, Meg's heart sinks. Of course not. Cas was more stubborn than anyone she'd ever met. She loved it and hated it about him - currently, she was hating it. She just wanted Cas safe. But something about the curious, determined look in his eye as he glanced up at the devil's trap warmed her heart a little. He always was clever like that.
She didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew she had to keep Silva's attention on her. She struggled and turned up the theatrics, letting her tears flow freely as the knife slid into her side. When he spoke, she looked frightened for a moment for him, playing into his game, giving him the pain he wanted to see.
When the knife was almost to the hilt, Meg moved quickly, maneuvering and taking hold of the knife. Her expression changed instantaneously to a delighted grin and she twisted the hilt herself, barely managing to whisper:]
I'll never take you seriously, you pompous douchebag.
[She spat salt in his face, glaring up at him defiantly.]
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She didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew she had to keep Silva's attention on her. She struggled and turned up the theatrics, letting her tears flow freely as the knife slid into her side. When he spoke, she looked frightened for a moment for him, playing into his game, giving him the pain he wanted to see.
When the knife was almost to the hilt, Meg moved quickly, maneuvering and taking hold of the knife. Her expression changed instantaneously to a delighted grin and she twisted the hilt herself, barely managing to whisper:]
I'll never take you seriously, you pompous douchebag.
[She spat salt in his face, glaring up at him defiantly.]