burning versus drowning

Deluge released a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding when he spluttered, her head canting as he wheezed, Fuck you, an ang- "An angry bitch that'll rip yer other ear off if yer ever scare me like tha' again!" She cut in with tears in her eyes. Deluge lifted a feline paw to smack him in the face but thought better of it and rested the paw gently on his shoulder instead, trying to choke down the broiling bitter sadness that was cooking in her bones, presurizing, building into something more.  Why the fuck did it always end like this? They never took more than anyone could spare, never went into a raid looking for blood, or limbs. Her teeth ground together when he came to the realisation her father had come to long, long ago she supposed. How could her mother still be blind to it?
Deluge only shifted to give Morwenna room to work, her laugh a bitter acrid thing. "But we're th' monsters, right?" Her voice sounded hollow even in her own ears. Perhaps it was time to give them all what they wanted.

"speech"