You don't seriously think this is gonna work though, do you?
[But it was working.
Over the next hour, the blood really begins to take effect. Her mind reels and it feels like she's fading away somehow; diminishing.
Flashes of memories - hell, the rack, shit she did on orders from yellow eyes or Alastair or Lucifer himself - assault her consciousness. Regret and remorse seep through the cracks forming in her carefully constructed mental walls.
Meg curls herself in tight, huddling in the corner, tormented more and more by the second.]
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[But it was working.
Over the next hour, the blood really begins to take effect. Her mind reels and it feels like she's fading away somehow; diminishing.
Flashes of memories - hell, the rack, shit she did on orders from yellow eyes or Alastair or Lucifer himself - assault her consciousness. Regret and remorse seep through the cracks forming in her carefully constructed mental walls.
Meg curls herself in tight, huddling in the corner, tormented more and more by the second.]