[ Predictably, Misa lets out a short, choked out scream at the impact, nearly toppling over a second time - but she bears it, digging the fingers of the hand on her good arm into the wall, fraying splinters into the pads of her fingers from how she claws at it. Without pause, she half turns, trailing her eyes through the neat hole the bullet had made through the window's glass, out to the puzzle of buildings outside.
She says nothing more, too deep in the throes of pain, and now cold resent to come up with anything to say. And she leaves no mercy, either - as soon as she follows the trail to Caitlyn's location, she pins her gaze on that arm she can still see, petrifying it to cold, numbing stone, beginning with the tips of the fingers and moving down into the hand. She goes as far as she's able while Caitlyn is still in vision - as far as she hopes will prevent her from handling her weapon with as much precision and accuracy as clearly comes easily to her. If allowed, she'll go much farther than is even really necessary up her arm, purely out of spite - otherwise, she greedily takes whatever she's able.
Her words had fallen on an unwilling listener, after all— Misa doesn't believe, or perhaps can't accept what Caitlyn has to say, so at odds with her own ideology. Because the conflict is personal to her, all her motivations run on a matter so very personal to her, that any affront (allegedly neutral or otherwise) to that motivation can feel like a personal attack. The last thing Caitlyn will be able to feel from Misa's side of communion is a frustration, bone deep and years old, before she shoves her shard back in place to free her hand— solely so she can clutch at her new wound. ]
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She says nothing more, too deep in the throes of pain, and now cold resent to come up with anything to say. And she leaves no mercy, either - as soon as she follows the trail to Caitlyn's location, she pins her gaze on that arm she can still see, petrifying it to cold, numbing stone, beginning with the tips of the fingers and moving down into the hand. She goes as far as she's able while Caitlyn is still in vision - as far as she hopes will prevent her from handling her weapon with as much precision and accuracy as clearly comes easily to her. If allowed, she'll go much farther than is even really necessary up her arm, purely out of spite - otherwise, she greedily takes whatever she's able.
Her words had fallen on an unwilling listener, after all— Misa doesn't believe, or perhaps can't accept what Caitlyn has to say, so at odds with her own ideology. Because the conflict is personal to her, all her motivations run on a matter so very personal to her, that any affront (allegedly neutral or otherwise) to that motivation can feel like a personal attack. The last thing Caitlyn will be able to feel from Misa's side of communion is a frustration, bone deep and years old, before she shoves her shard back in place to free her hand— solely so she can clutch at her new wound. ]