[The roar seems to make her flinch rather than inspiring her usual cocky defiance, and she stares up at-
Not The Beast. Not exactly. It's all wrong. He never yelled at her, never needed to raise his voice, he simply picked her apart and mocked her. It disrupts the pattern.
Instead, she sees Serph, and there's a dim memory, a recollection. But he's still massive, intimidating, and she can't muster her usual energy.]
I can't-
[She hates it. It's pathetic. It feels pathetic. It's like being back in that alley, desperately lashing out at Angel and begging him to kill her. She seems to shrink away, and it's all she can do not to curl into the fetal position right there.]
Fair assumption!
Not The Beast. Not exactly. It's all wrong. He never yelled at her, never needed to raise his voice, he simply picked her apart and mocked her. It disrupts the pattern.
Instead, she sees Serph, and there's a dim memory, a recollection. But he's still massive, intimidating, and she can't muster her usual energy.]
I can't-
[She hates it. It's pathetic. It feels pathetic. It's like being back in that alley, desperately lashing out at Angel and begging him to kill her. She seems to shrink away, and it's all she can do not to curl into the fetal position right there.]
I'm sorry. I can't.