[ She doesn't really notice the swords. She can't grab her axe-- she's too weak right now and bound to the pavement besides-- but she can manage, on maybe the second or third attempt, to snap her fingers.
And it comes on... slowly. For the first few seconds, nothing has changed at all; you're doing your job, haah, what a pain, these idiots.
But there's a niggling sensation, a tiny itch, that begins to grow. Your wife-- you love her so much, don't you? What would you do if something ever happened--?
Something's happened. You're sure of it. While you're dealing with these annoyances-- something's happened to her. The anxiety grows, tight in your chest, thunderous in your mind. Something's happened something's wrong it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong and you're here wasting time on this when you could be helping her and all of it, anything that happens to her, is all your fault. ]
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And it comes on... slowly. For the first few seconds, nothing has changed at all; you're doing your job, haah, what a pain, these idiots.
But there's a niggling sensation, a tiny itch, that begins to grow. Your wife-- you love her so much, don't you? What would you do if something ever happened--?
Something's happened. You're sure of it. While you're dealing with these annoyances-- something's happened to her. The anxiety grows, tight in your chest, thunderous in your mind. Something's happened something's wrong it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong and you're here wasting time on this when you could be helping her and all of it, anything that happens to her, is all your fault. ]