[There it is again. The clenching in her gut. The blurring of her vision. The seething discomfort that nothing ever seemed to-
- She manages not to yell, instead muffling it to a harsh, strained whimper. She's not even conscious that she lurches forward and grabs Shealtiel's shoulder the instant the joint snaps back into place, only realizing once the pain begins to subside that she's clinging to him rather roughly.- -She doesn't remember making the decision to gently lean against him, pressing her side against his as she cries, but it happens all the same- -His arms slip around her, bringing with them bewilderment, confusion, shame, but also an inexplicable relief, an odd pang she can't quite place-
...Nearly nothing, then.
"You'll never deserve him."]
Because that's what I do. That's all I've ever done. Hurt people. Defeated them. Conquered them.
[She takes a ragged breath and averts her gaze, if only to hide the traitorous tears that she can't control. Again.
She used to be so good at this. She used to smother these emotions as easily as breathing. Now, she can't even keep her voice from quavering with weakness when she speaks again.]
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[There it is again. The clenching in her gut. The blurring of her vision. The seething discomfort that nothing ever seemed to-
- She manages not to yell, instead muffling it to a harsh, strained whimper. She's not even conscious that she lurches forward and grabs Shealtiel's shoulder the instant the joint snaps back into place, only realizing once the pain begins to subside that she's clinging to him rather roughly.-
-She doesn't remember making the decision to gently lean against him, pressing her side against his as she cries, but it happens all the same-
-His arms slip around her, bringing with them bewilderment, confusion, shame, but also an inexplicable relief, an odd pang she can't quite place-
...Nearly nothing, then.
"You'll never deserve him."]
Because that's what I do. That's all I've ever done. Hurt people. Defeated them. Conquered them.
[She takes a ragged breath and averts her gaze, if only to hide the traitorous tears that she can't control. Again.
She used to be so good at this. She used to smother these emotions as easily as breathing. Now, she can't even keep her voice from quavering with weakness when she speaks again.]
...made them leave.