Tock's fists clenched, her temper riled, and she exploded on the Glassman. "Oy, 'at's what's done wrong wit' the lot o' ya!" she screamed in a fury. "Always done sayin' what 'ow everythin' done been good 'nough 'ow she is! Well she AIN'T good 'nough, an' ya bloody well better listen!" She pounded her fists against his chest in a fit, driving him back into the wall. Her face was red and tears stung at her eyes. "I ain't don't gonna 'as ya dyin' on me what jus' cause ya done wanted fer ta leave well 'nough alone!" she screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. "It ain't fair. Yer SELFISH, Glassman! Nothin' what but a SELFISH BASTARD what ain't thinkin' 'bout no one but 'isself!" She waved a finger in his face, her hand shaking, "Ya can't no come inta my life like 'is an' jus' go dyin' on me, aye? Ya selfish petchin' prick! I ain't gonna letcha! I AIN'T GONNA!" Shaking uncontrollably, she turned and left, grabbing Cutty with one hand, with Handy holding the other end. She stalked off, her other babies falling into step behind her, and she didn't stop until she was home. She kept a brisk pace, not wanting Monty to catch up with her just yet and certain the asthmatic Glassman wouldn't be able to keep up. She fell onto her bed, pulling her sick baby Cutty up with her and clutching him to her chest as she sobbed. His blade bit into her flesh, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to leave well enough alone with him, letting him malfunction even when she had deduced a workaround. She loved him and she was going to make him better, the way she couldn't with Granddad. Her other babies gathered around, programmed to seek her presence. Naily nuzzled at her foot, hanging off the edge of the bed. Bitey crawled up onto her back and nestled in there, while Handy stroked her hair. They wouldn't leave her; they couldn't. She had programmed them to stay, and to obey. That way she wouldn't ever have to be alone again. |