[The healing magic knits together some of the torn flesh, but the uniform remains in tatters, and the hole remains where it is, a gaping, ugly sign of her experience. How she's still speaking, even with difficulty, is a mystery, and her words come out broken and shaky. She doesn't try to move yet.]
I thought I'd be left there. I thought maybe it was my punishment.
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I thought I'd be left there. I thought maybe it was my punishment.