...A bomb.
(Sounds fascinated more than anything else.)
Wh— CAZZO! G-get it the hell out of here!
(Tries swiping it away with her crutches.)
...Ghh—... For God's sake, you little—...!
(Growls angrily, going to grab the bomb so as to throw it out.)
…!!
(Watches the one Yvette's skates form, eyes lighting up.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I said no. You didn't listen.
-Here eyes are glowing icy blue-
-Her arms split, thick energy blades coming out over her hands-
-Yvette she's ready to murder-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She waves her instruments of death around as she's pulled back by Yvette-
Nnnnh! Noo!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?HAAAAAAAGHH—!
(Chucks that bomb really hard, so hard that it penetrates the closed door of the room across the hall.)
(The essential mausoleum that was formerly Dr. Breen's room. RIP.)
(Whirls around in anger, ready to restrain Yvette)
…!
(Only to see that she's become something else entirely, the hateful scowl quickly melting into a look of horror.)
(Yelps and hunkers behind a stasis tube.)
…
(The similar, but more pathetic wheelchair-bound Claudia is transfixed by some emotion other than fear or anger.)
(She stares into those glowing eyes, small tears of awe and... perhaps admiration...? welling up in those big ol' red eyes.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Out the door-
-Looks like you owe your life to a deficient, Claudia-
-Yvette eventually realises who's got a grip on her, calming down a bit-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The hug sends Yvette slightly limp, the blades on her limbs retracting back, and her eyes fading as she hugs back-
'Msorry...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She follows, looking shaken up-
Th-those horrible women...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Hey—!
(Just watches as the bomber boy flees.)
...DAMN IT—! Damn it, we were— they—
(Raises her hand, stilling the angry younger Claudia.)
They can't run forever. They never can.
...g—ghh—g-g-g'bye...
(Final sad longing look.)
(Has just been staring into the hole left by the bomb.)
...Where did they go?
(One of Dr. Breen's old papers seems to have been blown onto the baby name book.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

"I gotta admit, I'm surprised something as powerful as she is could be embarrassed so easily by praise. But hey, you learn something new every day. Hey Ori, by the way, since I assume you can hear me."