[She keeps herself from saying, "What he tried to do to me." It's a delicious irony, but one only she can enjoy. Because while Fatima has a nasty, vengeful streak to her, she's not a cruel person by nature. She's not some kind of demon. She has empathy and she has kindness.
And in all reality, no matter her feelings about this particular Dean, she does not rejoice in his death.
Her hands are still slimy with blood, so it's a simple matter of squeezing her fingers together, just slightly, to coax a small, fresh ooze. And then, at once, both of them are ablaze, golden light dancing off of the planes of her face as she eyes the car.]
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And in all reality, no matter her feelings about this particular Dean, she does not rejoice in his death.
Her hands are still slimy with blood, so it's a simple matter of squeezing her fingers together, just slightly, to coax a small, fresh ooze. And then, at once, both of them are ablaze, golden light dancing off of the planes of her face as she eyes the car.]