[the provoked anger in fang's reaction does nothing to quell vanille's own. in fact, it may perhaps ignite it further. vanille beats her wings again, forcefully whipping up a gust of air in the small apartment even in spite of fang's unsteadiness.]

What I want? What I want is for the both of us to stay alive, you idiot! [spittle forms at the corners of her mouth, her fangs bared.] Did something about dying mess you up in the head, make you forget about the important things?

[this bile, this resentment does not feel like her own voice talking. in the back of her mind, it's as if something has taken control of her body, speaking these words that she would never say with her mouth. but at the same time... are these feelings she's actually been having, when she's just been too weak or scared to voice them before?

she honestly cannot tell the difference anymore, but whatever the case, she stands her ground opposite of her partner.]