"Place doesn't care how things are supposed to be," Jason replies, "just what it wants us to do. Effy, focus." He waits for her to meet his eyes. "I think it's me, it's my voice, it's pushing me."
His fingers slide around her wrist. "This is you. You're stone, you're protecting yourself. Can you make it stop?"
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Date: 2011-09-15 06:17 am (UTC)His fingers slide around her wrist. "This is you. You're stone, you're protecting yourself. Can you make it stop?"