[ honestly, it tastes weird, but she can't find it in herself to care about the metallic taste when the burn is familiar enough to ease off some of her feelings.

some of them. ] Tried that. Why do you think I went into clinic work? [ but there's too many of them - from the ones she got killed to the ones that more literally died at her hands - and right now she's not sure she trusts herself to even continue that work. she turns up, but it's more out of habit at the minute, some desperate attempt to stop herself going completely mad down here. someone like her doesn't deserve to be in a position that requires that much trust and responsibility.

maybe she was right. maybe she was meant to grit her teeth and do the things she hated. clearly killing was her only real skill. ] Not sure I'd even deserve the chance. Too many skeletons already.