In that case... [Erika takes a deep breath, before she then brings the scissors close to her left side. The scissors are merely touching her dress, but the implication should be clear--presented like she's about to try to cut herself open by starting right near where her heart should be, as if she might cut the object out itself and present it as a gift to her master.
But she doesn't do much yet, simply keeping the scissors hovering for a second, before inching them slowly closer to herself. Maybe she's waiting for something--a miracle, perhaps, that would save her from having to do such a thing?
...Ha, who are we kidding. The witch of miracles is watching with a bag of popcorn; she clearly expects us to put on a show.]
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But she doesn't do much yet, simply keeping the scissors hovering for a second, before inching them slowly closer to herself. Maybe she's waiting for something--a miracle, perhaps, that would save her from having to do such a thing?
...Ha, who are we kidding. The witch of miracles is watching with a bag of popcorn; she clearly expects us to put on a show.]