[Christine grits her teeth as Mephisto approaches her, ready and waiting to fight, but all it takes is a few words. Mephisto's gentle tone and earnest repetition of that stupid title she'd given herself on a whim makes her determination instantly ebb away, letting misery flow in instead.
That would almost be worse, but she isn't fighting now. She's just crying again, as loud and enthusiastic as anything else she does. She doesn't fight when she's pushed into Mephisto's arms, just whimpers a quiet apology and curls in on herself, tear streaked face turned up towards Jeremy as she watches and tries to decide how much he hates her now.]
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That would almost be worse, but she isn't fighting now. She's just crying again, as loud and enthusiastic as anything else she does. She doesn't fight when she's pushed into Mephisto's arms, just whimpers a quiet apology and curls in on herself, tear streaked face turned up towards Jeremy as she watches and tries to decide how much he hates her now.]