Re: ziegfield: log -- wren/mk
I ripped up part of Central Park. [Simple, as if that's normal.] Trees, boulders, fire whatever, I don't know. [Dismissive wave, then her speech goes quick.] Spider-Man, he came- he came and he stopped me. Talked me down, and oh god he was so much like him, Wren. It hurt, it hurt, and I can't- [A jagged sigh, and the buzzing from the drugs subside slightly for the whispers of voices in her head. She groans, covering her hears like that might stop it all.]