(   YOU HAVE NO MOTHER NOW. SHE IS MOTHER TO US ALL.  a little girl cries out for her mother, for her father, for some deity who won’t answer —- she learns that, soon enough. YOU HAVE NO MOTHER NOW. SHE IS MOTHER TO US ALL. she has no mother, no father, no brother, no lover. she has the  MOTHERLAND  and the motherland is the only deity she serves ; there is no point on anything else. she’s beaten and trapped and drowned and BLEEDS and trains and perfects herself. YOU ARE MADE OF MARBLE ; YOU WILL NEVER BREAK.  cold to the touch until that day, when FIRE consumed her entire being, when hatred and a insurmountable will to  W I N  possessed her  BODY  &  SOUL  .  she should have known, then, not to let it get close. YOU HAVE NO MOTHER NOW. SHE IS MOTHER TO US ALL.  a little girl cries out in the middle of the night, empty  &  broken and a little girl no more — a MONSTER, through and through  ).               

          she tilts her head to the side, looking as the SPECTATORS left, pressing her lips together as her nails dig into the floor.  ❛  COWARDS   ❜   she hisses, venom flowing through her parted lips. she hates them, every single one of them, every single one looking, waiting, PRAYING that she makes a mistake, that she falls on the wrong foot — anything. praying to have something to TORMENT, some kind of leverage. she won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. YOU ARE MADE OF MARBLE ; YOU WILL NEVER BREAK. then why is that she is cracking? why is it that her entire body feels FEEBLE, WEAK, MEEK. death, perhaps, would be kinder than this. 

           RUSSIAN sounds like a prayer in her head.  how long has it been since she’s heard her language, heard the sound of it ringing on her head? she loves —- IT SOUNDS TOO CLOSE TO HOME, too close to something that she will never have back.  ❛   я не забочусь. я не хочу, чтобы ты здесь.   ❜   she spits, though in her voice there is more agony than hatred.  SHE CAN NOT MOVE — though she may want to, though she may be able to find a way — she feels trapped, frozen in place, eyes looking at his, lips parted, (  something too close to tears filling her eyes  ).    ❛   my name is SCARLETT.   ❜    she has never been as hateful as she is now.