She can feel him before she can see him. This hasn't changed, even if he feels very far away from her now. John Gaius feels like he might be in another room, their tether muted and blocked by a very thick wall. Alecto goes very still, her hands around a tentacle shaped dildo that she feels quite sad about, and she breathes out of her human lungs with a very disappointed gust of air.
She hates breathing, of course. She always has to do it, to remind herself that she must breathe. She must breathe now, because she feels so very cross so suddenly - so terribly mad that she turns and she thwacks John across the face with the glass dildo because she also does not have a sword, and this will just have to do. "Don't call me that," she says, hitting him on the arm with it for good measure. "My name is - Margot Robbie. I decided that just now."
It's nice to decide things, isn't it? Nice to have choices. She doesn't hit him a third time. Instead, she places the dildo back on its rack and says, fondly: "You look like you've seen a ghost, John."
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She hates breathing, of course. She always has to do it, to remind herself that she must breathe. She must breathe now, because she feels so very cross so suddenly - so terribly mad that she turns and she thwacks John across the face with the glass dildo because she also does not have a sword, and this will just have to do. "Don't call me that," she says, hitting him on the arm with it for good measure. "My name is - Margot Robbie. I decided that just now."
It's nice to decide things, isn't it? Nice to have choices. She doesn't hit him a third time. Instead, she places the dildo back on its rack and says, fondly: "You look like you've seen a ghost, John."