[“Tight” is the best phrase she could come up with in the moment, but… also, because she fears if she actually began to describe the feeling, to attempt in more poetic terms to express the slightly terrifying lack of heartbeat she has known all her life, the way part of her brain kept thinking she wasn’t getting enough air, and the phantom sensation of thinking to rely on back legs that are no longer there, all while she felt half-blind and half-deaf and half-dull in her senses…
Well, she would sound like a madwoman, probably. More importantly… she might lose the courage needed to stay in this shape long enough to… Will it get better? Will she acclimate?]
Certainly not now…
[Or if this persists…. Not her second time or even her third time. Without meaning to, one of her hands moves to her breast to press her fingertips in over her heart as if searching for the twin sound that should be there.]
I wished… the entire point was not to be a liability, but if I cannot fight…
no subject
Well, she would sound like a madwoman, probably. More importantly… she might lose the courage needed to stay in this shape long enough to… Will it get better? Will she acclimate?]
Certainly not now…
[Or if this persists…. Not her second time or even her third time. Without meaning to, one of her hands moves to her breast to press her fingertips in over her heart as if searching for the twin sound that should be there.]
I wished… the entire point was not to be a liability, but if I cannot fight…
[A grimace.]
Fight as good as a human…
[… Sorry, humans, but.]