[ She can. Of course she can. This isn't anything crippling, and she wasn't one of the ones on the floor, like Laura still fiercely clutching her blade in death, and Elliot with his wide, disbelieving and unseeing stare, and Machias, glasses knocked askew in a pool of blood even though he couldn't see a thing without them--
Something wells up within her, and before Fie can do or say anything else, her vision blurs with tears. ]
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[ She can. Of course she can. This isn't anything crippling, and she wasn't one of the ones on the floor, like Laura still fiercely clutching her blade in death, and Elliot with his wide, disbelieving and unseeing stare, and Machias, glasses knocked askew in a pool of blood even though he couldn't see a thing without them--
Something wells up within her, and before Fie can do or say anything else, her vision blurs with tears. ]