On some level she knows this is a dream. It's not like she's never had it or a hundred variations before, but this is the first time someone's spoken up for her in it. Through the pain, she turns, not quite recognizing to source of the voice.
Behind her, Stryfe laughs. "What, you think you're the cavalry, come to rescue the maiden fair? She's not worth it, boy...neither are you."
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Date: 2009-04-19 06:59 pm (UTC)Behind her, Stryfe laughs. "What, you think you're the cavalry, come to rescue the maiden fair? She's not worth it, boy...neither are you."