[Each impact is a sting to their cheeks, to their neck and their face. She keeps going - for not nearly long enough, but she keeps going until there's a fresh shine of bruises welling beneath their cheekbones, one raising the lid of one eye into a rounded grape. There's the taste of something warm and coppery in their mouth; they've bitten their cheek.]
[She collapses, and the press of someone smaller is a sensation they scramble to reconcile - ultimately fail.]
[What do you say to someone whose anger is wholly justified?]
no subject
[She collapses, and the press of someone smaller is a sensation they scramble to reconcile - ultimately fail.]
[What do you say to someone whose anger is wholly justified?]
You're right.
I did.