Sympathetic, yes, and desperately hopeful that she is getting through to the part of him that wants to become a better person. Her wide-eyed attention fixed on the eyes behind the mask, she silently roots for him as he gets to his feet and starts to throw the shackles off his tormentor.
And then, like Jeff's free will, her hope is snuffed out into nothing.
The black magic screams through her as loudly as Jeff's cries, a darkness so visceral she can taste it like ash in the back of her throat. Sara doesn't need to say it; she knows that the man before her is beyond reasoning with. Beyond her help.
So she does the only thing she can think of when talking it out is no longer an option.
She runs.
The metal chair clatters loudly as she leaps to her feet and dashes for the exit as fast as she can, away from the man she once considered a friend, and away from the woman who was the bigger monster all along.
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And then, like Jeff's free will, her hope is snuffed out into nothing.
The black magic screams through her as loudly as Jeff's cries, a darkness so visceral she can taste it like ash in the back of her throat. Sara doesn't need to say it; she knows that the man before her is beyond reasoning with. Beyond her help.
So she does the only thing she can think of when talking it out is no longer an option.
She runs.
The metal chair clatters loudly as she leaps to her feet and dashes for the exit as fast as she can, away from the man she once considered a friend, and away from the woman who was the bigger monster all along.