[The look on his face is enough to reach something in her. Through the layers of anger that had fortified themselves so quickly, and straight to her gut, with almost enough power to knock breath out of her lungs.
It's all too familiar, because it's the thing that never stops eating at her. Even if anger could abate it temporarily, it could never truly leave.
She drops her hold on him, lets her arm falter to her side. Her voice, however, loses none of the venom.]
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It's all too familiar, because it's the thing that never stops eating at her. Even if anger could abate it temporarily, it could never truly leave.
She drops her hold on him, lets her arm falter to her side. Her voice, however, loses none of the venom.]
You have no right.