[ Kate keeps looking. At the jaw working and the blanket kicking. Especially the kicking. She rolls her eyes.
And then closes them, her own hand opening before her. It's empty, and then it's not: an axe sits in her palm, visually identical to the one Johanna carried on the TQ.
She flips it once, catching the handle in her palm. ]
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And then closes them, her own hand opening before her. It's empty, and then it's not: an axe sits in her palm, visually identical to the one Johanna carried on the TQ.
She flips it once, catching the handle in her palm. ]
Yeah, this isn't useful at all.