Beyond couldn't have crafted a response that pissed Johanna off more. The fact that he's laughing, that he knows her name, and his coy response makes Johanna switch from her normal anger to something more dangerous. She's seeing red, literally, because all she can think about is how much she wants to make him bleed. How much she wanted to make them all bleed.
She is at once in the arena and in the Capitol torture chamber. Men in masks are asking her if she needs them to repeat the question, and in their gloved hands is a long, thin, humming wire. It's hard to differentiate between Beyond and her former captors in that instant.
She screams, indistinct and gutteral, and lunges towards Beyond. She hits him once, twice in the jaw and pulls her hands away, knuckles bloody. She kicks him again, and if he falls, she'll stand over him, pounding her fists into his body over and over again.
"You don't know my name! You don't know who the fuck I am! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
cw blood, torture
She is at once in the arena and in the Capitol torture chamber. Men in masks are asking her if she needs them to repeat the question, and in their gloved hands is a long, thin, humming wire. It's hard to differentiate between Beyond and her former captors in that instant.
She screams, indistinct and gutteral, and lunges towards Beyond. She hits him once, twice in the jaw and pulls her hands away, knuckles bloody. She kicks him again, and if he falls, she'll stand over him, pounding her fists into his body over and over again.
"You don't know my name! You don't know who the fuck I am! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"