"Haven't taken off my gloves since I got here." Well. 'Cept for now, here in the kitchen with Ellie, the shard providing a tiny bit of extra light for the stitches. And when she's bathing, obviously. And in the mansion from time to time, but they're always in her pocket, ready to be slipped back on again.

It just feels like she fucked up, that's all. Made some kind of stupid mistake which resulted in Derrica, having to tend to her wounds. Again.

Abby sighs. She wipes a last smear of blood away with her thumb and asks, "Can I borrow your knife."

Just to cut the thread, that's all.