Would you, now? [Mari doesn't sound convinced. She can barely hear Rayna. Truth be told, most of her limited senses have been overtaken by a rushing that sounds like the sea, that she recognises as the sound of her own blood pulsing through her body.] And tell me, why would I care about that? I let a werewolf eat me once a week just so I'd have some company. I can bear more than this or a little exsanguination, I assure you.

[She is at the very peak of her anger now, a white hot fury and hatred that is so powerful when it stands alongside the grinding agony of the thumb in her eye that it makes her feel ill. If she's sick in this position, she'll choke. Mistake. Rayna might get off her but...mistake. Like fuck she's backing down.] I respected you once. I was wrong.