[She lets out a breathless laugh, not much humor in it.
Well. It's probably what she needed to hear.]
Poor bastards.
[But that's all Maria lets herself say before, quick as she can, she practically hurls the knife down and slams the door shut after it, leaving her with her hands flat against it, panting.
In a way where she definitely won't see the way it falls into a box that wasn't in that little room before.]
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Well. It's probably what she needed to hear.]
Poor bastards.
[But that's all Maria lets herself say before, quick as she can, she practically hurls the knife down and slams the door shut after it, leaving her with her hands flat against it, panting.
In a way where she definitely won't see the way it falls into a box that wasn't in that little room before.]
Well? Is that it? Is it over?!