3700 words of "Refining Fire" today, in about seven and a half hours of solid writing. I am very pleased with this scene, in an oh, my god, Em and I should probably not be allowed on the streets with the decent common people kind of way. (She says folks are going to cross the street when they see us coming. I suspect they may make us ring cattle bells and call UNCLEAN UNCLEAN.)
Still, wow. This is, I think, honestly the worst thing I have ever done to any of my characters. Anywhere. The only ones who *may* be in the running are Kit and Jenny, and they're thinking about sending a condolence card.