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“   you don’t have to do that , man ,   “   frances murmurs , glaring in the mirror as she dabs antiseptic cream on her split lower lip .   “   it ain’t nothin’ i’m not used to .   “

❝—- doesn’t make it any less fucked. ❞ besides, the cogs were already turning in his mind. melchior steps to her side, a hand resting on her shoulder, && meets her gaze in the mirror. the reflection does nothing to dull the dangerous spark in his eye. ❝—- who did this ? ❞