The ever-talented
She slowly lifts her face to the mirror, knowing perfectly well who is about to greet her. Her present reflection is no stranger. She’s seen her before, this unwelcome relative, with her lifeless hair, drawn face and haunted eyes. She turns up when things go bad, when sisters get shot, when tumors grow, when partners die. Scully hates everything she stands for, the weakness, the defeat, the loss of control.
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