Her reflex action is to back up when she sees the gun, though she stops as he tosses it aside, eyes wide, still traced with terror. She looks at the weapon as it spins away, then back at him, taking another step back.
"What? No..." she murmurs uncertainly, coloring slightly. Loss of control, another quiet fear creeping into this unreality. "I don't... it's not like that."
and if i lose myself, what if you find yourself where you are?
"What? No..." she murmurs uncertainly, coloring slightly. Loss of control, another quiet fear creeping into this unreality. "I don't... it's not like that."