25 Unicorn Street, Sunday All Day

[on_her_korhal]

She'd been staring impassively at her transmitter all day. It had been dead since Jimmy's last communique, like she'd been forgotten. Weeks and weeks and weeks, and all Kerrigan had gotten was-- what, again?

Being forgotten.

The rage hadn't gone away yet: with every visit, she put on a smile, lifted her arm like a human being, gave honest answers and blinked just often enough for anyone to take her for human.

She was starting to want to scream, but that would probably break a wall. And so Sarah Kerrigan sat, just sat, perched on the floor, her wings open and her eyes set on the transmitter.

[ open to any visitors, whee ]

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She hesitated before shooting River a firm look. "You're not doing anything without letting me know, alright?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Shaking her head, she smiled a little. "Need to do this."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I know," she said, "And I know how it goes. Which is why you're going to come to me."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River offered Kerrigan a cup of coffee. "I promise."