[This time, Shaw's instinct is twofold, and contradictory: first she flexes away from the pain, and then just a millisecond later, she flexes into it, her muscles tensing and twitching in a way that begs her to stretch them. She throws an arm out into the air and dangles it over the side of the table, fingertips straining outwards, reaching for nothing in particular.]
Root.
[Her breathing is ragged and juddering. This means keep going.]
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Root.
[Her breathing is ragged and juddering. This means keep going.]