It was all fragments. Some of them sharper than others. Those, she drew back from, frightened. On the streets of London, that day-- today... she remembered pain. Fear and red. A crack widening, the high whine of glass straining as it reached the point of breaking.
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It was all fragments. Some of them sharper than others. Those, she drew back from, frightened. On the streets of London, that day-- today... she remembered pain. Fear and red. A crack widening, the high whine of glass straining as it reached the point of breaking.
"I think so?"