@blacknighted: what is up with you? / accepting.
green eyes narrow, teeth grinding together. is that a serious question? she scoffs, pushing heavy waves away from her face out of habit moreso than necessity. sure, it's been about a year & a half now, since the ... well, everything. most of the scars have healed up on the outside, barring the burns on her shoulders. but it isn't as easy as that. she can't cave in the skull of her own memories. not only does she not still have daniel's weapon, the memories don't really have skulls.
it's the one thing horror movies never quite mention: maybe the minotaur is dead, maybe she's out of the labyrinth, but she can't stop thinking of alternate routes through the walls. it irritates her, like a pebble in a shoe. she ought to be over it. she won. & yet.
"you really don't want th' answer t' that question. can't a girl just brood alone?" it's only half a joke. since when was being haunted a male-dominated field? it's the twenty-first century, goddammit. "or at least in silence?"