Hate this too. Feels like no matter what we do, we're stuck in this fucking nightmare. We might keep getting information, but it just kind of cements home how shit the situation is.

[ better than last trial. ideally. she hopes. her fingers curl into her palm as she pulls her hand away and nods. because god if last week wasn't awful... at least there were no cages involved this week. ]

Going to sleep and knowing that you're gonna wake up and someone'll be gone.

[ every week it hits closer and closer and she hates this. her jaw tightens, working itself over as she tries to find the words, but really can't. this week blows. why are we so misogynistic???? ]