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Lilly gave her a key to the office as well as a key to the suite, and this is the key that she uses. Not the key to her room, not that one, but the new key that Lilly gave in exchange for maths and rates and work.
it's all her fault
A new key, but it works. And she locks the door to the office behind her, and tries to ignore the instant flare of panic in her throat.
it's all her fault
Locked.
it's all her fault
Locked, and she has the key so this time she can get out when she wants.
it's all her fault
Locked.
it's all her fault
Locked herself in here because she's reasonably certain that she'll be alone. And later she'll start to organize things, later she'll draw up paper and columns for figures and conversions, later she'll go to a mirror and wash her face and brush her hair and fix the kohl around her eyes.
it's all her fault
Later.
it's all her fault
Once she's picked herself off the floor and brushed her skirts free of imaginary dust, and once she has stopped crying over Indiana Jones.
all that blood and pain and injury and time and torture, it's all her fucking fault
it's all her fault
A new key, but it works. And she locks the door to the office behind her, and tries to ignore the instant flare of panic in her throat.
it's all her fault
Locked.
it's all her fault
Locked, and she has the key so this time she can get out when she wants.
it's all her fault
Locked.
it's all her fault
Locked herself in here because she's reasonably certain that she'll be alone. And later she'll start to organize things, later she'll draw up paper and columns for figures and conversions, later she'll go to a mirror and wash her face and brush her hair and fix the kohl around her eyes.
it's all her fault
Later.
it's all her fault
Once she's picked herself off the floor and brushed her skirts free of imaginary dust, and once she has stopped crying over Indiana Jones.
all that blood and pain and injury and time and torture, it's all her fucking fault