“Traitor.”
+Her hair was a mess snd it was clear she’d been crying. She held up the knoife but didn’t move after. She was simply shaking+
+She drops her hands by her side and drops the knife. She backs up int a corner, sits down and puts her face in her hands+
“Don't. Apologize...”
“...this is my fault... I’m the one who went there in the first place...”
“...It’s fine...”
