-- wasn't entirely certain he'd like.} Edward? Are... Are we at a spot in the game where I could have a drink? // @PrinceOfRiddles
-- catching her by surprise, she winced at the pain in her throat, steeling herself for making a request of @PrinceOfRiddles, one she --
-- smile} I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Sometimes it sneaks up on me... I caught Jim napping at his desk once. {A cough --
-- {hoarsely} Edward... {Blinking to clear the fog from her vision, she tried to focus on @PrinceOfRiddles, offering an apologetic --
-- trying to remember how long it had been since she'd had anything to drink. Eight hours? It couldn't be... /ten/, could it?} --
-- Waking with start; dizziness making her fall forwards against the bonds holding her in place; she turned her head and retched; --
-- /Focus/. Try and reach #Bruce. Maybe there's some part of the kid, that great kid, still in there. Not lost to anger. --
-- Raining? Maybe... She heard water. Trickles and drops on something that didn't sound at all like a car roof. --
-- friend was saying. Murder in his heart. Grasping for some measure of peace from the monster the deaths of his parents had set free. --
-- {Was she dreaming? It... /felt/ real. The cold leather front seat of her car. Staring at #Bruce, trying to process what her childhood --
Don't do anything stupid, Harvey. I'll be /fine/. {mumbling} I hope.
"@DentedMorality: // Solo Alert ~ Watching the Clock."
-- {weakly} I'm not going anywhere. // @PrinceOfRiddles @ShieldOfGotham @Fear_Incarnate @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham
-- had exiled him to, she nodded encouragingly, careful not to move too quickly} Please, Edward? It's okay. --
-- Sympathetic gaze lifting to @PrinceOfRiddles, wondering if he could be reached, brought back from whatever darkness @Fear_Incarnate --