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[likeabreath]

.... s-someone mind telling me why I'm covered in blood? The apartment... it's...

I think I'm going to be sick.

[ooc: Out Damn Spot! curse for the day. She's covered and so is a good portion of the apartment.]

Comments

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Don't be so squeamish, Gwen. It's not like this is the first time you've had blood on your hands.

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

... no, it's not, but I don't need a reminder.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Why? Do you think ignoring it means it never happened?

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

I've never ignored it.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Then what's the problem, Gwen? You've killed before. And you will do it again, you know you will. Embrace it.

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean I want to...

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Oh course you do. You love it. Why else would you have joined Torchwood?

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

For the fucking pizza.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Of course. What other reason could it be?

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

How the hell do you know so much?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I know everything. I'm an angel, aren't I?

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

You don't know everything.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I see you little pathetic people from the moment you're spewed onto this Earth until you leave. Don't ever presume you know more than I do.