[As goddamn hard as she could. She needed to make sure that it was finished—that not a shred of life was left in that creature so that she wouldn't come crawling out of the ocean to trap another poor, unsuspecting sailor again.
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That, and she might have felt a need to prove something.]
Yeah.
[She can sense that question in his tone, but she just sweeps the sand from her clothes.]
no subject
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That, and she might have felt a need to prove something.]
Yeah.
[She can sense that question in his tone, but she just sweeps the sand from her clothes.]
You?