[If she's going to die, well... you can't catch a fella with your stockings rolled, her brain helpfully provides. She's wearing socks, why that lyric... maybe just because it's a familiar thing. For the first time, she can understand what Lovecraft was trying to fit language around: there are some things that even someone trained to hunt vampires and all sorts of other monsters can't quite comprehend. The scale of this thing is... well, incomprehensible.
The glow she's giving off does not dim. She's careful to keep clear of the others, but she'd rather not turn off the juice now, all things being the same.]
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[If she's going to die, well... you can't catch a fella with your stockings rolled, her brain helpfully provides. She's wearing socks, why that lyric... maybe just because it's a familiar thing. For the first time, she can understand what Lovecraft was trying to fit language around: there are some things that even someone trained to hunt vampires and all sorts of other monsters can't quite comprehend. The scale of this thing is... well, incomprehensible.
The glow she's giving off does not dim. She's careful to keep clear of the others, but she'd rather not turn off the juice now, all things being the same.]