"What I would like..." She begins, her fingers fighting her as she attempts to finish the suture, the body of this poor soul struggling against her. "...is not something you are capable of."
@xuechengmei.bsky.social“It’s okay, Qíngqíng,” he says, his prosody an irritating singsong rhythm. “I’m not allowed to kill you, so you can say whatever you’d like!”