[She narrows her eyes at the question because is he fucking serious?]
Why? You wish to keep me here still?
[Whether that is or isn't a rhetorical question doesn't matter, because she dismisses it with a click of her tongue, and weakly looks down at herself. Looks at her bloodied knuckles, and at the sorry state her arms and legs are in, battered and bruised still.]
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Why? You wish to keep me here still?
[Whether that is or isn't a rhetorical question doesn't matter, because she dismisses it with a click of her tongue, and weakly looks down at herself. Looks at her bloodied knuckles, and at the sorry state her arms and legs are in, battered and bruised still.]
Do I look like I am in any condition to run?
[Maybe if she could fly, but...]