Blood eagle ain't worth nothing unless they don't scream.
[There's an edge in her voice, not anger at Will, but at the idea of someone taking a practice that meant something and using it for their own ends, like some bullshit torture.
She looks away, jaw tense as she shrugs, not sure what to do with her anger when there isn't somewhere to direct, and not sure what to do with that thank you from Will, either. A shrug is all she can give.]
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[There's an edge in her voice, not anger at Will, but at the idea of someone taking a practice that meant something and using it for their own ends, like some bullshit torture.
She looks away, jaw tense as she shrugs, not sure what to do with her anger when there isn't somewhere to direct, and not sure what to do with that thank you from Will, either. A shrug is all she can give.]