[ She's not sure where the response comes from or what she really means by it, but it doesn't matter. She takes the offer he's giving her, hand tightening into a fist when she misses his arm only to sink it into his stomach.
Fry's frustrated and terrified and she hates this goddamn ship and most of the people on it. She hates that she's doing what she can to help them and that it'll never be enough, not because she isn't trying but because people don't give a shit. She hates that people think she's doing things for the right reasons when she doesn't know anymore, when sometimes she thinks about throwing in the towel and just worrying about herself and those close to her. She hates that she can't sleep without remembering a crashing ship and an eclipse filled with blood, including her own.
She hates this fucking place, and Casey's the only thing she has right now to take it out on. It's making her a little sloppier than normal and, at the same time, a little more vicious -- but it feels fucking good. ]
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[ She's not sure where the response comes from or what she really means by it, but it doesn't matter. She takes the offer he's giving her, hand tightening into a fist when she misses his arm only to sink it into his stomach.
Fry's frustrated and terrified and she hates this goddamn ship and most of the people on it. She hates that she's doing what she can to help them and that it'll never be enough, not because she isn't trying but because people don't give a shit. She hates that people think she's doing things for the right reasons when she doesn't know anymore, when sometimes she thinks about throwing in the towel and just worrying about herself and those close to her. She hates that she can't sleep without remembering a crashing ship and an eclipse filled with blood, including her own.
She hates this fucking place, and Casey's the only thing she has right now to take it out on. It's making her a little sloppier than normal and, at the same time, a little more vicious -- but it feels fucking good. ]