>>9975260Ash pauses for a moment. No. For once, she'll play ball. She turns around and looks over at Amy. Instead of a glare, her lips curl into a grin.
>Come on, now. You know me.>You should. You're a fan! Don't kid yourself, Matchstick. You're *fortunate* to be standing on *this* side of the barricade and not out there.>So you should know.>I fight for the hell of it, because I love it.>I fight for no reason and now.>Now I have reasons.She takes a step forward.
>But you? You don't.>Ah- Nope. You don't.>You know how I know?>Because... If you did.>It *might've* been you, fighting for that "trinket" tonight- Not me.>...>And deep down, you know that.She pauses and clicks her tongue, looking around.
>I don't know what the hell your problem is. But delusions. The shit you *make up* about me.>They'll never stop the things I *know* about you from hurting....
>Good luck.Ash walks past, down the hall. No shoulder bump. She actually makes an effort to, politely, lean to avoid contact.
