[ She huffs at him. Anyone else trying to dissuade her can yell all they like. Kunsel is the one with a grip on her wrist. She starts digging her nails into his hand, though the fabric of her gloves makes it less effective than it might be, and angling her legs against the wall to push downwards. ]
Thing is, Kuns, this is my decision, and I've made it. Now let go. I'm not afraid to take you with me.
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Thing is, Kuns, this is my decision, and I've made it. Now let go. I'm not afraid to take you with me.