Re: Quicklog, Bioshock: Elena M & Cris M
[Everything that radiated from him was cold, finito, over. She didn't understand what had transpired between the warmth they'd shared in the kitchen and now, but he kept his distance from her. He barely looked at her unless it was to ensure that she was still present. He took her gun, and she gave it up without a fight. This was him, the hero, the cruel-eyed thief. The destruction of her heart and her family.
Once she was in the hallway of the hotel, it wasn't the breath of fresh air that she'd hoped for. She drew a breath, and it hurt. It hurt like vacating the door and returning to the 'real' world made the pain more actual. Elena clutched herself, soaked and shivering, blood dripping through the gauze and dribbling down her arm. She wavered, her good shoulder hitting the wall of the hotel for a moment as she righted herself.]
I'm not going to a hospital.. [She had other plans.] And I won't let our daughter see me hurt like that, it could traumatize her. [The dull bronze of her gaze settled on Cris, assessing years and years of memories that had never seemed like lies until tonight.] Buenos noches. [She whispered before starting for the stairwell.]