[She sees the absolute lack of recognition, she knows it isn't Anaak - but this situation is too familiar, somehow. She still remembers the choice she made when she was asked to kill her. She couldn't do it then, and even though she knows it isn't her niece, it's hard to harm anyone who wears her face. (Maybe she really is becoming too soft, she thinks.)
Ordinarily she might not be knocked over so easily, but the pained noise that Anaak gives - it makes her pause for a split second before she can dodge, and she hits the ground, though she's trying to scramble away right after she does. She hasn't dropped the scissors in the fall.]
Come on, come on, snap out of it—
[It's not an actual attempt to reach her. She imagines that won't work. But - it's an angry hope stated out loud as she tries to move away.]
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Ordinarily she might not be knocked over so easily, but the pained noise that Anaak gives - it makes her pause for a split second before she can dodge, and she hits the ground, though she's trying to scramble away right after she does. She hasn't dropped the scissors in the fall.]
Come on, come on, snap out of it—
[It's not an actual attempt to reach her. She imagines that won't work. But - it's an angry hope stated out loud as she tries to move away.]