[Heather's own amber, very-much-alive eyes widen and she steps backwards with a raspy gasp-- but the lunge is interrupted by a blur of brighter orange as Cujo, so rarely violent, leaps forwards, sinking his ivory teeth into his doppelganger's smoky, rotting flesh. He had protected Heather from visions of beasts before, and he'd do it again.]
[Finally startled out of her daze, Heather snaps to attention, fists clenching and lips peeling back to bare her teeth.]
What do you WANT?!
I did it, I stopped Claudia and saved the fuckin' world without NEEDING to die to pull it off, what the hell more do you WANT?
Lemme live my LIFE!
[And where's Mira during all of this? Why, she's perched on a washing machine, watching the situation unfold! 8D FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!]
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[Finally startled out of her daze, Heather snaps to attention, fists clenching and lips peeling back to bare her teeth.]
What do you WANT?!
I did it, I stopped Claudia and saved the fuckin' world without NEEDING to die to pull it off, what the hell more do you WANT?
Lemme live my LIFE!
[And where's Mira during all of this? Why, she's perched on a washing machine, watching the situation unfold! 8D FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!]