> Be broken.
> You had managed to pull yourself out of your ablution block and back into your respite block. You sit at the foot of your bed hugging your knees closely to your chest and carefully examining the floor in front of you to make sure it wouldn’t change or move or anything, even if it was covered in your own vomit you needed to be sure it would stay that way. You tug nervously at the collar of the turtleneck sweater that you put on. It was a futile attempt to hide the damage you had inflicted upon yourself as the drag marks of your own claws were still very prevalent on your face, but it made you feel secure none the less. Now you were just waiting for Aradia. What the hell was taking her so long it she should be quicker for someone who is “made of time.”