Words slide through her thoughts. His, hers, Brandt's, Michael's. Old threats, new ones. Nikita listens without hearing. She could tell him it wouldn't be the first time, ask him why he cares, ask him how he's any different, tell him that if he stopped chasing her she'd stop running. She could tell him to let them try. But nothing sticks.
"Doesn't matter." Her voice is flat. Toneless. Her eyes open, she looks, but doesn't seem to see. "I'm already dead."
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Date: 2012-06-11 05:54 am (UTC)From:"Doesn't matter." Her voice is flat. Toneless. Her eyes open, she looks, but doesn't seem to see. "I'm already dead."