[it feels good. feels good to beat the shit out of something. she hasn't done this in a long time, she's tried - god, has she tried to just be a normal person for once, someone who doesn't jump directly to anger. but she's human, and she hurts, and this is injustice and she can never fucking stop anything. it always just happens. people die. friends die. they die over and over, they spit blood and she just has to watch, eyes never shut.]

The evidence pointed at Denji more than it pointed at you - it was his fucking phone!

[and then - he swings at her, and she doesn't even bother not taking the hit, just - barely blocks it, relishing the bruise. she takes it and she moves forward, brawler in intensity, ramming her fist into him again.]

What makes you any fucking different from Denji?! You both didn't fucking do it, you both have people who care - stop! Stop, don't fucking say to me that it'd be better if you were voted for! Do not get in my face and try to tell me losing you would be better!

Fucking - selfish, it's fucking selfish of you, what the fuck would you say to me if I said I'd rather have been voted for?! You fucking moron!

[she stumbles, slightly.]