Dec 26, 2011 00:06
When Natalie steps into the bar, she isn't at all bothered. It doesn't look like her normal projected watering hole, but she isn't exactly in her right mind right now, so perhaps that explains it.
She wipes the blood off her hands absently on a towel that appears on the bar (again, par for the course in a world of projection) and slips down onto the nearest stool to just -- breathe. It hurts her impossibly to have killed one of her sisters, but perhaps it was better for everyone this way.
She has to believe that.
lettie