[Esther is curled up herself, her fingers clasped tightly over her folded knees. They had shared something she didn't want to share and in this moment she feels a sense of violation, of anger and defeat and humiliation (he knows, someone knows) and suddenly the thought fills her mind: Kill him.
But she wonders if touching him to kill him would mean she'd die too.
So she waits, staring at the man until she regains enough composure to ask a question. To push the attention away from her, to use what she'd been saddled with.]
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[Esther is curled up herself, her fingers clasped tightly over her folded knees. They had shared something she didn't want to share and in this moment she feels a sense of violation, of anger and defeat and humiliation (he knows, someone knows) and suddenly the thought fills her mind: Kill him.
But she wonders if touching him to kill him would mean she'd die too.
So she waits, staring at the man until she regains enough composure to ask a question. To push the attention away from her, to use what she'd been saddled with.]
How did you do that?