But Primrose can't afford to go easy on her, and while she ducks the handle, she's already reaching up to try and slash Tressa's throat too WOW I HATE THIS. ]
[Good job? Bad job? Not sure which is appropriate here.
But Primrose successfully slashes her throat, causing her to fall to the floor in agony. It doesn't take long before she dies, looking up at Primrose with haunted eyes.
...
The good thing is Primrose won't have to look at her for much longer? Congrats on being the first filthy murderer, as suddenly, everything fades—]
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Primrose very nearly hesitates. But then she gives her head a quick shake, because she can't afford to think like that. Not anymore.
And as he yelps, she closes the distance between them to try and use the metal piece to-- stab him? Slice his throat?? IDK HOW SHARP THIS IS ]
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Either way, Therion is dead—alive long enough to choke, before the light leaves his eyes in despair.
Meanwhile, there's Tressa, who has only found what was probably once a broom.]
Primrose...?
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And Primrose turns to face her, her gaze dimming as she shoves her feelings down, down deep. ]
... I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it quick.
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But Primrose can't afford to go easy on her, and while she ducks the handle, she's already reaching up to try and slash Tressa's throat too WOW I HATE THIS. ]
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But Primrose successfully slashes her throat, causing her to fall to the floor in agony. It doesn't take long before she dies, looking up at Primrose with haunted eyes.
...
The good thing is Primrose won't have to look at her for much longer? Congrats on being the first filthy murderer, as suddenly, everything fades—]