[ The world crumbles and rearranges itself. Again. And again. She somehow manages to keep Jaws on target, making sure its maw is always between her head and the tip of Caitlyn's rifle, but she's not doing it on purpose. ]
[ She feels unsteady on her feet, shifting the weight of her weapon to one arm so she can drag the other hand down her face, pull at her own hair trying to hold onto the pieces she's shattering into. It's like she's ten again. It's-- ]
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[ She feels unsteady on her feet, shifting the weight of her weapon to one arm so she can drag the other hand down her face, pull at her own hair trying to hold onto the pieces she's shattering into. It's like she's ten again. It's-- ]