There's a strangled sense of panic at the line of questioning. An urge to bash his head in for daring to suggest such things. She could put her hands at his throat. Do her best to squeeze the air out until he knocked her off or Io did. Are they all so eager to see her gone?
Rosamund swallows thickly, looking to the floor.]
I...would rather not. Thank you.
[If she has to die in the company of others, she'd rather do it among the people she's died with before.
She'd rather die where she knows what happens afterwards.]
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There's a strangled sense of panic at the line of questioning. An urge to bash his head in for daring to suggest such things. She could put her hands at his throat. Do her best to squeeze the air out until he knocked her off or Io did. Are they all so eager to see her gone?
Rosamund swallows thickly, looking to the floor.]
I...would rather not. Thank you.
[If she has to die in the company of others, she'd rather do it among the people she's died with before.
She'd rather die where she knows what happens afterwards.]