[Okay, that's a bit much. Dixon feels his stomach clench and scoots further back, watching the woman (it's so much harder to ignore she's a person without the ugly mask) shrink and wriggle like she's having her insides vacuumed out. Unbidden, he thinks of vegetables under Saran wrap in the microwave.
The bloodthirst in him empties out when faced with such an upsetting display and, given that he can't get up and walk away, he plants the shield in front of him and blocks his own view of the spectacle.]
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The bloodthirst in him empties out when faced with such an upsetting display and, given that he can't get up and walk away, he plants the shield in front of him and blocks his own view of the spectacle.]
Can you stop her from goddamn screaming?
[Because clearly that's the problem here.]