[She wishes she had time to stare at him disdainfully and tell him about things that are worse than death, and how even going by a thousand pixie bites is not one of them. Does she want to help them escape? Does she look like she cares?
Hanzo and Kubo would care, even dead. Her husband and her son would care whether these strangers lived or died or not. She doesn't, particularly, but someone may care deeply whether this stranger lives or dies or not, the way she cares that her husband is dead and her son may already be mutilated in a way worse than death.
Let him have his chance to return to them, then.]
Then I'll hold them off.
[Her bladework becomes more precise, her desperate slashing more controlled now that she has a purpose, however short a one. Let these people who aren't living an undeath worse than life get back to the lives they still have - it's a short term goal, but her heart can't bear the thought of long term ones anymore.
The swarm of pixies has lost too many casualties, and scatters as the first Wheeler draws within reach of blades and magic.]
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Hanzo and Kubo would care, even dead. Her husband and her son would care whether these strangers lived or died or not. She doesn't, particularly, but someone may care deeply whether this stranger lives or dies or not, the way she cares that her husband is dead and her son may already be mutilated in a way worse than death.
Let him have his chance to return to them, then.]
Then I'll hold them off.
[Her bladework becomes more precise, her desperate slashing more controlled now that she has a purpose, however short a one. Let these people who aren't living an undeath worse than life get back to the lives they still have - it's a short term goal, but her heart can't bear the thought of long term ones anymore.
The swarm of pixies has lost too many casualties, and scatters as the first Wheeler draws within reach of blades and magic.]