{She shudders under that grip, and she has to force herself to not push him away, to not try and run. She isn't a coward, she isn't, she isn't. It's Envy beside her, not him, Envy would never hurt her, he wouldn't dare.}

{Breathe. Breathing is good.}

He was jealous. Jealous and angry and more than a little touched in the head. So he took it out on my mother and my sisters and me. Thought in some twisted way that he was doing the world a favour by slitting our throats and dumping us in the river to die. {She's started to cry, heavy, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It had been brutal, it had been painful, and she'd tried so hard so very hard to forget.}