[She considers struggling again. Even now, so much of what she does, how she reacts, is calculated, almost cruelly so. She looks into Will's eyes and wants to give him whatever it will take to get him to let go.]
[In the end, that's what makes her give in. Bond with your captor, you survive. In this moment, she doesn't see him as an ally. She sees him as something that wants to eat her alive, a psychopomp, a demon. A Judas.]
[She smiles at him, her lips trembling, a tear or two trickling down her cheeks. Yes, she'll go with him. Yes, she'll let him clean her up. Maybe later she will find a way to get him back.]
[Maybe later he'll find a way to redeem himself.]
Okay. [She takes his hand in hers and squeezes lightly, like she is very young and very innocent and not covered in blood and not a murderer. Like he isn't a danger to her; like she isn't a danger to him.]
[Let's all play pretend.]
Then we'll figure everything out.
[Everything and nothing. There is no resolution to this movement; there is no saving them. They can only huddle together and cry, or hurt each other in small, quiet notes, leading up to a grand crescendo, their conductor watching from the shadows.]
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[In the end, that's what makes her give in. Bond with your captor, you survive. In this moment, she doesn't see him as an ally. She sees him as something that wants to eat her alive, a psychopomp, a demon. A Judas.]
[She smiles at him, her lips trembling, a tear or two trickling down her cheeks. Yes, she'll go with him. Yes, she'll let him clean her up. Maybe later she will find a way to get him back.]
[Maybe later he'll find a way to redeem himself.]
Okay. [She takes his hand in hers and squeezes lightly, like she is very young and very innocent and not covered in blood and not a murderer. Like he isn't a danger to her; like she isn't a danger to him.]
[Let's all play pretend.]
Then we'll figure everything out.
[Everything and nothing. There is no resolution to this movement; there is no saving them. They can only huddle together and cry, or hurt each other in small, quiet notes, leading up to a grand crescendo, their conductor watching from the shadows.]