Scissors. [ he says, scathing. i hope that was a lesbian joke.

a teasing grin. you sure you can handle yourself?

he closes his eyes briefly and sucks in a breath - the heartache of loss like a mantle, once again - and tries to batten down his hatches against the grief, for the first, second, thousandth time. ]

... She was hurt, but she would've fought back. [ brawler. brawler, right. brawler was one of the ones he relied on early when it was just the three of them. vi would've loved catherina. don't - don't think like that. focus. his eyes remain closed, like he could call on brawler if he wanted. ]

Solar plexus. [ he says, eventually, quietly. calmer, now, thanks to hulkenberg. ] Ribs. Throat, jaw. I haven't - I haven't seen anyone with any marks, she would've left a hell of a mark. [ a beat. ]

What about that monkey she had? What if someone took it?