Wrath jerks her arm against the restraints again, then breathes raggedly against his palm. "No, no, no, no," she moans. "You have to go. You have to stay safe, North, please, they're gonna start any minute, and I don't matter anyway if they already have me." Because it's just matter of time, she believes, until the drugs start, and that damn taste of honey, and her eyes have tears in then again but she's angry, she's actually just angry, "It's not fucking fair. I don't want to forget you!"

Maybe she'll kill them this time. (Has she tried before? She can't remember. Be nice to the officers, Wrath. No, fuck the officers, she'll tear them apart with her teeth.)