[Bernkastel awakens with the terror of a lost child--for just that instant, she might even look pitiable, ignoring her actions. She hisses claws exactly like a cat might, puffed out and defensive, because minutes and hours and days and weeks and months over and over and over and it was just like that time, that abyss she clawed her way out of so many years ago, and now she was back, now she was back, or had she never left, had she never left, had she gone mad, was She disemboweling her even now--
But she wakes up, and she realizes she is somewhere else, and she looks around like a wild animal before she realizes she's in a theater.
Cautiously, she looks around, as if expecting to be pulled back into hell at any moment.]
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But she wakes up, and she realizes she is somewhere else, and she looks around like a wild animal before she realizes she's in a theater.
Cautiously, she looks around, as if expecting to be pulled back into hell at any moment.]