[Something ugly in her wants to cut and run as soon as he starts hitting those words. He's right, he's more right than anyone has ever been to what she's feeling, and her instinct there is to get as far away as possible. People can't know her. People can't know her weaknesses. It'll come back and hurt her every single time, every damn moment, she cannot stay here, and yet--
And yet she takes his hand. Grips it, though doesn't pull closer. Just takes it, the words hitting against her barriers like stones thrown on brick, forcing herself to the self awareness she constantly, constantly denies.
She doesn't answer his question. Doesn't answer any of them. Instead, she has one of her own, eyes low.]
Did it work? Did you ever think you were meant to be there?
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And yet she takes his hand. Grips it, though doesn't pull closer. Just takes it, the words hitting against her barriers like stones thrown on brick, forcing herself to the self awareness she constantly, constantly denies.
She doesn't answer his question. Doesn't answer any of them. Instead, she has one of her own, eyes low.]
Did it work? Did you ever think you were meant to be there?