Regan's arms are wrapped around her stomach. Her hands are clenched fists, fingernails digging into her palms and the crumpled linen of her tunic. She doesn't notice.
"So they're stuck."
Her voice is too flat, too strained; she's breathing just a little too hard.
"My children are stuck there, because, because he feels like playing games with promises."
She's not trembling. She's not trembling because -- because she's not, she won't, because if her fists clench tight enough maybe she can hold herself together. They have a job to do -- even if they can't do it, even if there's the, the rutting devil stopping whatever Crowley wanted to do, her children are back in the trouble their parents' blind negligence put them in, and there's a job to do and she can't fall apart.
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:07 am (UTC)"So they're stuck."
Her voice is too flat, too strained; she's breathing just a little too hard.
"My children are stuck there, because, because he feels like playing games with promises."
She's not trembling. She's not trembling because -- because she's not, she won't, because if her fists clench tight enough maybe she can hold herself together. They have a job to do -- even if they can't do it, even if there's the, the rutting devil stopping whatever Crowley wanted to do, her children are back in the trouble their parents' blind negligence put them in, and there's a job to do and she can't fall apart.