She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all. He wasn't listening. He at least used to listen but now, he was so drunk on power, so convinced he was right he wouldn't listen, not even to her. She couldn't breathe. Breathing was important for human bodies. And she couldn't. Too much stress. The paradoxes spinning out of control. The more he talked about it, the worse it became.
"NO!"
Shaking her head, Sexy pulled her hand from his and began to pace, wringing her hands, tugging on her hair. She had been doing this a lot the past week. It kept her from turning off and falling down.
"Ticking away, waiting. Planning and plotting and fear and discontent. Wrong. Very wrong. Can't see. Too blind. Power washing over, too much. Wrong. Can't breathe. Falling falling down and spiraling. Destruction. Can't change. No matter what, it will happen. Nothing can stop. Let it go. Let it go!"