From the School to the Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

[vanillajello]

One moment, Kate was standing in the school with a knife in her hand, practically wishing the last few Loyalists would come at her so she could hurt some more people, like that'd help her

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[nimeni]

Indeed, Bod was there and the slamming he was hearing on the door to the hotel had him frowning. He made his way over, tossing the book he'd been reading aside and opened the door.

"Kate, what's the matter?" he asked, frowning. "You've a key to the room."

[vanillajello]

Kate did not answer.

She just launched herself at him, her arms going around him and squeezing him tightly, clinging as she was wont to do. He was there. He was there. She wasn't alone in this universe, and her heart wasn't broken into itty bitty pieces that someone had run a particularly vicious lawnmover over for good measure, or anything.

Even if she said nothing, it was pretty damn obvious she was distraught.

[nimeni]

Very, very obvious and Bod was confused. He did pull Kate into the room though, managing to get the door shut behind her without letting her go.

"Kate, what's the matter?" Bod murmured, trying to comfort her and figure out what was going on. "What's happened? Are you all right?"

[vanillajello]

Oh, where to even start?

"I, I, I was... And you --"

Clearly nowhere coherent.

"Oh God it was so fucking awful."