[ The house is quiet and empty. It's nothing like the mansion, in piles of endless rubble. It's nothing like her own place, just as vaporized as the rest of the world it stood in. With them here at least she could let herself wait. Let herself keep everything just a few steps away. A glass wall partition between her and all of it, with its own well-trenched rules. It holds like like steel next to other people, even her siblings, and yet it dissolves like sand in silence.
She isn't expecting the communicator on the bed table to buzz. Or the voice that comes out of it when she finds the button in the dark, after fumbling with it a few seconds first. Before a single word can make her fingers and her shoulders tense. The way she swears for briefly in her head that Luther continues to have the best sense at worst timing.
But really what she thinks she hates most, just for a second, is she doesn't hate it at all.
Even if for a moment she can't really think of a word. But she doesn't turn it off either .]
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She isn't expecting the communicator on the bed table to buzz. Or the voice that comes out of it when she finds the button in the dark, after fumbling with it a few seconds first. Before a single word can make her fingers and her shoulders tense. The way she swears for briefly in her head that Luther continues to have the best sense at worst timing.
But really what she thinks she hates most, just for a second, is she doesn't hate it at all.
Even if for a moment she can't really think of a word. But she doesn't turn it off either .]