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Her anger is so overwhelming that he can feel it radiating toward him, heat from a raging fire. She sits on the floor, every muscle tight and contracted, legs and knees drawn tensely into her body. She stares at the floor as though she’s trying to ignite it on fire with her faze. Her jaw is clenched, and he’s not even quite sure if she’s blinked once. She hasn’t shown any sign that she can hear or feel anything around her, not the hushed conversations, not the movement of the ship. He turns away, but still he feels it, slowly filling the air and consuming him.
When they land, she pushes herself off of the ground, quickly turning and exiting as soon as the door opens. There is no elegance or caution in her movement. She doesn’t look at back at him. But without even a glance, he knows what she’s thinking.
She hopes that he burns.