~Inure~
She thought- ha, thought, like she can now. Chameleonbrain in control now, grab the reins, off we go!- she thought the trauma would rebound every cuttingredflecksboom time, that she'd never overcome it. That eternity would be, you know, eternity. That it would keep hitting. That she'd keep going with the queasinessX1000 filling her up and up.
Well. There was the Seven woman (not girl, would've killed you too, quietquiet she wasn't real like you), the Seven man right after (not a boy, just looked it, quiet now he wasn't scared that was facade to murder you), and a day later she'd refreshed herself with Sevens' supplies, used that nice shortsword, and, well, the young woman from Four should've been more careful to not be weakened from dehydration and go down that easily, so that was her own fault (young woman? hardly older than youoh hush now, hushhush, she was bad, so bad like all the rest, you're doing the right thing sweetie), and now the blood she was wiping off her hands was from the sleeping Twelve bo- man. And, yeah, it was hard, and it was despicable, and the stains just wouldn't rub off because when the skin peeled away it'd come back and she'd have to try again, and it did hit- but. There's only so many times you can reel from the lack of time before it dulls.
(you've killed four people, you monster, beastbadtraitorwickedkilleroh hush now, darling, it's only a dream, only a game, just knock the other players off the board and you'll make it home)
Cirrus is covered in blood and she doesn't know which is hers and which isn't and the funny thing is that's okay now.