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cw: intrusive thoughts, dissociation, mild paranoia, ST4 spoilers

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[ Early on, after her would-be savior lift her up and carry her off, Max had plenty of room for panic. That's possibly what she hates most about this, how aware she's become of her own panic, when she's stuck unable to move. Internally she goes from screaming in outrage to begging the person not to kill her to...

Well. Utter boredom, when she realizes death is unlikely.

Like, sure, maybe it's some kind of ritualistic murder. She's familiar with those, intimately in fact! But that feels less like this the longer it goes on. It doesn't stop her from being worried, especially once she places who this is carrying her, after studying what facial features she can make out takes up the majority of her time to avoid going crazy—Ianthe's companion? Why? Is it some misplaced retribution for what happened with Trish, some declaration of war against the Palazzo? But that seems silly, after ten minutes of overthinking and paranoid panic inspired by the maddening stillness and silence.

Like a pendulum, she swings back and forth between active and passive concern, instead mostly zoning out out of a partial survival instinct. When she's stone for too long, she's found it feeds the darkest thoughts inside her, restless energy manifesting as self-loathing. So, her mind's started developing some sort of defense mechanism against it, leaving her slightly numb but not tearing herself apart.

Which. Again. Manifests as boredom. Losing track of time, until they reach the cave. The world turning dark as well as still gets her on edge again, even as her body rests against the wall.

Pixelated rock melts away, and what does Max do? How does she thank her savior for this incredibly roundabout rescue?

She follows through on the snarl her mouth has been stuck in the formation of, and the instant her body is fully free, she pounces at Harrow, like a wet cat of a bug-dragon. ]