[And she's leaving, though she keeps a hand on the wall in case Misty does push it. She already knows what happens if you get paralyzed while moving at any speed, and she doesn't want to break her nose again.
[It doesn't matter, Misty tells herself, and then she tries saying it out loud:]
It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter, who cares; I can work with this.
[She sinks to the floor of Taylor's empty cabin and listlessly looks through a few more pages of the file, though she gives up when she realizes that she's been turning pages but not actually retaining any information. She tells herself to get up; to use this opportunity to look around the room. Instead, she hunches into herself and cries for her missing warden, off in god-knows-where doing god-knows-what, almost certainly never to be seen again.
She'll sit there for hours. If Taylor doesn't come back in that time, she'll eventually leave, the file left abandoned on the floor.]
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[And she's leaving, though she keeps a hand on the wall in case Misty does push it. She already knows what happens if you get paralyzed while moving at any speed, and she doesn't want to break her nose again.
Not when it already feels so hard to breathe.]
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It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter, who cares; I can work with this.
[She sinks to the floor of Taylor's empty cabin and listlessly looks through a few more pages of the file, though she gives up when she realizes that she's been turning pages but not actually retaining any information. She tells herself to get up; to use this opportunity to look around the room. Instead, she hunches into herself and cries for her missing warden, off in god-knows-where doing god-knows-what, almost certainly never to be seen again.
She'll sit there for hours. If Taylor doesn't come back in that time, she'll eventually leave, the file left abandoned on the floor.]