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"...what?" Genevieve cocked her head to one side, not sure she'd heard the Broker correctly. But as he went on with his speech, her question was answered. He had, without any form of consent, stripped her abilities as well as everyone else's. Or so he claimed. Genevieve then acted without thinking, grabbing the glass of water from earlier and smashing it against the side of the table. In her hand, she held the jagged edge that remained, the point sharp enough to easily break through any layer not sturdy enough. She held her breath as she slowly but deliberately cut the skin on the inside of her palm, the blood that slowly started to ooze out making her a bit light-headed. Even though the mere sight of it almost always made her uncomfortable, at that moment, the feeling intensified due to the fact that she was the one inflicting the damage onto herself.

[I]This hurts a lot more than it should...[/I]

Genevieve then dropped what remained of the glass as she experienced her first trigger event without so much as a warning. For someone who'd never been through one, like herself, it was every bit mind-blowing as one could imagine. When she eventually came to, the expression on her face was unmistakably one of fear mixed with confusion. Genevieve looked up in a daze just in time to see Whipstitch run out. She was unsure what to do as she placed her bloodied hand on her head, her legs doing their best to keep her from dropping to the ground when she eventually decided to get up. 

"What the hell have you done?"