Hatred-bar or self?
Suzi spoke with Annie Wells.
And it hurt. It hurt because it isn't the bar. Oh, she doesn't trust it and she won't because terrible things do happen here for no reason she can understand. The truth, though, is that Suzi Darley hates Suzi Darley, and it gets worse the longer she's trapped with no reason to be.
Not just without a self-given task, without a job, but no reason to live for.
It hurt to come face to face with the reality that if it were not for Whistler, she would kill herself. Without angst, without fear, without a second thought. She didn't tell Annie this. She won't tell Whistler, either, if she can avoid it.
So she went from Annie Wells' table to the room at the top of the stairs, and turned on the hot water in the shower as high as it would go while standing under it and sobbing until her head ached and her nose was stuffed despite the steam trying to unplug it...and then longer while she washed her face, and her hair, and the water eventually ran cool.
And then she stood under it longer, until cool was cold and she could feel Whistler's nager coming back to the room, at which point she got out, and dressed.
And now she doesn't know what to say, but she's got to talk to him, and she's got to keep him talking until it's done instead of just coming to a spot where one of them can change the subject.
And it hurt. It hurt because it isn't the bar. Oh, she doesn't trust it and she won't because terrible things do happen here for no reason she can understand. The truth, though, is that Suzi Darley hates Suzi Darley, and it gets worse the longer she's trapped with no reason to be.
Not just without a self-given task, without a job, but no reason to live for.
It hurt to come face to face with the reality that if it were not for Whistler, she would kill herself. Without angst, without fear, without a second thought. She didn't tell Annie this. She won't tell Whistler, either, if she can avoid it.
So she went from Annie Wells' table to the room at the top of the stairs, and turned on the hot water in the shower as high as it would go while standing under it and sobbing until her head ached and her nose was stuffed despite the steam trying to unplug it...and then longer while she washed her face, and her hair, and the water eventually ran cool.
And then she stood under it longer, until cool was cold and she could feel Whistler's nager coming back to the room, at which point she got out, and dressed.
And now she doesn't know what to say, but she's got to talk to him, and she's got to keep him talking until it's done instead of just coming to a spot where one of them can change the subject.