[Hell continues to not look like she expected it when she once again opens her eyes to an unfamiliar place. Pain is more familiar than the absence of it, and so the jolt of feeling none of it at all is like being dunked into frigid water.
Mm, well, that might be the snow.
Her eyelids flutter; she takes in the deterioration and the regrowth. Inhales.]
Damn it.
[Because she's a little tired, and it would have been nice, even if she longs for one more chance to see...
Andrew will be closing her eyes for at least a couple minutes longer, thank you.]
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Mm, well, that might be the snow.
Her eyelids flutter; she takes in the deterioration and the regrowth. Inhales.]
Damn it.
[Because she's a little tired, and it would have been nice, even if she longs for one more chance to see...
Andrew will be closing her eyes for at least a couple minutes longer, thank you.]