[hell. yes. Lina doesn't usually let herself cut loose like this; she hasn't done it in too, too many years. but she's tired of being nice. hasn't she been tired of being nice for a while? hasn't she just wanted to go—well, you know the meme.]
[she pays Al very little regard, blinded by her own rage as more of her darkest thoughts and impulses play out in front of her. probably for the best; she can feel the heat, but if she'd known things were this bad, she'd be in much worse shape right now. she knows exactly what she has to do—destroy. tear it all down. they can't dictate her life. they can't. they've never, ever, ever been able to.]
[her choices haven't been the best, but they've always been hers. another series of blows into a wall, leaving dents and filling her knuckles with glass. it's fine. she'll heal. she's not even screaming in pain. despite herself, she almost sounds happy. like she's... laughing? giggling madly, her body feeling free, loose, almost like she could dance her way through this destruction.]
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[she pays Al very little regard, blinded by her own rage as more of her darkest thoughts and impulses play out in front of her. probably for the best; she can feel the heat, but if she'd known things were this bad, she'd be in much worse shape right now. she knows exactly what she has to do—destroy. tear it all down. they can't dictate her life. they can't. they've never, ever, ever been able to.]
[her choices haven't been the best, but they've always been hers. another series of blows into a wall, leaving dents and filling her knuckles with glass. it's fine. she'll heal. she's not even screaming in pain. despite herself, she almost sounds happy. like she's... laughing? giggling madly, her body feeling free, loose, almost like she could dance her way through this destruction.]
[so this is what drove Two over.]
[haha. ha. ha.]