[ matthew has, fortunately, caught her on the fringes of one of the moments where she's started realizing something is very, very wrong. the grab of her elbow and the calm, measured tone he uses to speak to her in spite of the worry creeping in at the edges is enough for her stop dancing, even as her body keeps swaying in tune to the music. ]
I don't want to go. [ but it's distant, as if she's still in a trance, and even as she speaks them she doesn't really feel them. she starts to become aware of things as they become clearer - the pain in her feet, the blood and dirt streaking her clothes, the pained expression in those still dancing. she looks at the area they've wound up and realizes she has no idea how they got there, and her breathing and heart beat start to increase in speed as she tries to contain her own panic. ]
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I don't want to go. [ but it's distant, as if she's still in a trance, and even as she speaks them she doesn't really feel them. she starts to become aware of things as they become clearer - the pain in her feet, the blood and dirt streaking her clothes, the pained expression in those still dancing. she looks at the area they've wound up and realizes she has no idea how they got there, and her breathing and heart beat start to increase in speed as she tries to contain her own panic. ]
Matthew, where are we?