He'd just wanted some plums. To pick the ones that looked best to him. To make just one of the tiny choices she takes for granted every second of every day.
She thinks about Smith and imagines slowing herself down, going cut by cut until there was nothing left of him but fear and blood. And then nothing at all.
She takes a sharp, deep breath through her nose, and swallows, blinking at him. "What?"
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He'd just wanted some plums. To pick the ones that looked best to him. To make just one of the tiny choices she takes for granted every second of every day.
She thinks about Smith and imagines slowing herself down, going cut by cut until there was nothing left of him but fear and blood. And then nothing at all.
She takes a sharp, deep breath through her nose, and swallows, blinking at him. "What?"