Lloyd's words make her trip on her thoughts just a little, but not as much as his grip on her arm, somewhat tight, and the underlying rage in his voice.
"It. Yeah," she says. Her throat is dry. Her voice registers distantly to her brain, words she barely hears herself say underneath a roar. "Yeah I guess it is kind of fucked."
("If your driver's that much of an asshole, can't you just, I dunno, DO something about him? Hell, or I can--"
"Unfortunately, no, not unless I want to throw these past ten years of work down the drain.")
Something pulses behind her eyelids, strong, and then suddenly it's gone. Anna takes a deep breath, hand finding Lloyd's on her arm to steady herself. She feels fine, now, other than the foul taste under her tongue.
"But don't get mad at me," she laughs, sharp. "I'm not the one who made the world like this! And the asshole who did-- even if he is real, I highly doubt we can get our hands on him to lodge a complaint."
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"It. Yeah," she says. Her throat is dry. Her voice registers distantly to her brain, words she barely hears herself say underneath a roar. "Yeah I guess it is kind of fucked."
"Unfortunately, no, not unless I want to throw these past ten years of work down the drain.")
Something pulses behind her eyelids, strong, and then suddenly it's gone. Anna takes a deep breath, hand finding Lloyd's on her arm to steady herself. She feels fine, now, other than the foul taste under her tongue.
"But don't get mad at me," she laughs, sharp. "I'm not the one who made the world like this! And the asshole who did-- even if he is real, I highly doubt we can get our hands on him to lodge a complaint."