[Maybe he's come for her hair this time. Not that wit would make much of a difference; when was the last time she recognized herself when she looked in a mirror? Maybe he's here to take a leg this time, not that such a thing would matter much as well. She hasn't left the house in ages; where would she even go?
But its always something different when he comes, always just one more part of her that he cuts away, piece by piece, until there's nothing left.]
And you're a fool. [She can recognize the stance he drops into; its the same one he used when he took her arm. The same stance he uses whenever when slices through another part of her. He all but dares the little huntsman to come at him again.]
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But its always something different when he comes, always just one more part of her that he cuts away, piece by piece, until there's nothing left.]
And you're a fool. [She can recognize the stance he drops into; its the same one he used when he took her arm. The same stance he uses whenever when slices through another part of her. He all but dares the little huntsman to come at him again.]