Don't have any more washcloths. Should've asked the fuckers for a sponge. It's fine. Fuckin' blood wasn't real anyway. You know? Playing tricks on us. Showed us our own damn bodies. Bullshit!!

[She throws the cravat down on the floor and punches it, uselessly.

...You know what? Punching sounds really good right now. She does it again. And again. Uselessly punching the floor.]