[ Anywhere but here, she thinks. She's an experiment. She's a subject. She's not ... not some human and they had to have known that? Elizabeth knows if Veronica hadn't shattered the glass wall, they would have watched as she exited this world the way she came: trapped in a cage she can't quite see.
She's not able to grasp everything and she'll protest with a whimper - a plead as he touches her, scooping her limp body up into his arms. There's so many questions, so much anger... and yet she doesn't have the energy to. Her side is pained, even if it's not Bigby's fault... her mind lulling between states of alertness. ]
Why..?
[ There's too many questions this could apply to, honestly. But, the one word was all she croaked, groaning and keeping her eyes shut tightly. ]
no subject
She's not able to grasp everything and she'll protest with a whimper - a plead as he touches her, scooping her limp body up into his arms. There's so many questions, so much anger... and yet she doesn't have the energy to. Her side is pained, even if it's not Bigby's fault... her mind lulling between states of alertness. ]
Why..?
[ There's too many questions this could apply to, honestly. But, the one word was all she croaked, groaning and keeping her eyes shut tightly. ]