"His skeleton is made of metal. An unbreakable metal. Shooting him in the head is more like sticking his head in a bell and hitting it with a mallet. Rattles everything around, doesn't break it." She rubbed her hand over her eyes, she probably should have thought all that through before she said it, but she was too tired to censor herself anymore. And she hated thinking about the day before. About the pallid look on Charles' face as he collapsed. About Laura having to put her claws through his leg. About how it felt to pull the trigger on a friend.
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Date: 2012-11-15 07:11 am (UTC)