[For all the fear in her eyes, it's not a fear for herself. She's scared, yes of course, and the relief at finally feeling safe again is palpable. But she's so worried for the other people here that she can't rest easy yet. And that's just how Rapunzel is; it's always been about other people. Her parents, Eugene, Varian, Cass... no matter how much Rapunzel herself is hurting, no matter how much danger surrounds her, she always strives to do what she can to help the people around her.
So she struggles past the strange static in her throat, pushing down that bubbling feeling of horror and wrongness as she tries to form coherent words, if not sentences.]
Others... need... help. First.
[She wasn't able to talk to all the others in the cages, but she's seen the results of some of the other surgeries. Her own modification seems tame in comparison, and some of the others could use more attention than her.
Ah, but speaking of attention... Rapunzel notices the clattering behind them, and her hands grip Cass's arms hard. She opens her mouth to say something, but this time, all that comes out is a distorted, static-filled whine. It may not be a good warning, but it's a decent enough alarm.]
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So she struggles past the strange static in her throat, pushing down that bubbling feeling of horror and wrongness as she tries to form coherent words, if not sentences.]
Others... need... help. First.
[She wasn't able to talk to all the others in the cages, but she's seen the results of some of the other surgeries. Her own modification seems tame in comparison, and some of the others could use more attention than her.
Ah, but speaking of attention... Rapunzel notices the clattering behind them, and her hands grip Cass's arms hard. She opens her mouth to say something, but this time, all that comes out is a distorted, static-filled whine. It may not be a good warning, but it's a decent enough alarm.]