((Johanna's about to yell at whoever it is to leave, when she sees exactly who it is. For a moment, though she isn't proud of it, all she can do is stare. Cashmere-- alive. But she was certain she had killed her. Yes, she could remember the way in which she'd thrown her axe, the look on Cashmere's face as she had fallen... but here she was.
She laughs hollowly, putting a hand over her eyes for a second before looking again. Yup, still there. She must be going crazy. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. Or maybe this was some girl who looked a lot like Cashmere, who Snow had sent as a new form of torture.)) What the fuck are you doing here, bitch? ((She asks, running a hand over her fuzzy, unevenly shaved hair.)) Was killing you once not enough?
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She laughs hollowly, putting a hand over her eyes for a second before looking again. Yup, still there. She must be going crazy. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. Or maybe this was some girl who looked a lot like Cashmere, who Snow had sent as a new form of torture.)) What the fuck are you doing here, bitch? ((She asks, running a hand over her fuzzy, unevenly shaved hair.)) Was killing you once not enough?