[The dagger slams into her good hand - bad hand, now. They're both bad. The smell of her own blood is thick in the air and it's nowhere near as tempting as his would be, but her sanity is already so frayed that it takes very little to push her over the edge. This time she doesn't hiss - it's a full-out shriek as her bones shatter, start to set themselves, and then shatter again.
Her expression is crazed and frenzied as she stares up at him and bares her teeth.]
If it's worthless then I'll kill you both! That's my new promise!
[First Iceland and then Norway, she means, but for all Iceland knows he's the last one she has to kill to make good on that promise.]
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Her expression is crazed and frenzied as she stares up at him and bares her teeth.]
If it's worthless then I'll kill you both! That's my new promise!
[First Iceland and then Norway, she means, but for all Iceland knows he's the last one she has to kill to make good on that promise.]