[ she doesn't make him stand, taking the noise of the chair shifting as a sign to move back into arm's reach like a moon in his gravity. reaching back is like an instinct, rewarded with the warm grip of his fingers, a flare of warmth blossoming in her chest. it doesn't lessen her frown, if anything it deepens further. ]
I don't want to be someplace else, [ she argues, even though she does. ] I want to be doing something.
[ she has guilted and goaded and all but begged the alliance to listen to her and all of them has perished, no amount of relocations will allow her to accept that when she isn't able to do anything in their honor. just to live for them seems so weak and she doesn't have the self-worth to believe she was worth surviving. ]
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I don't want to be someplace else, [ she argues, even though she does. ] I want to be doing something.
[ she has guilted and goaded and all but begged the alliance to listen to her and all of them has perished, no amount of relocations will allow her to accept that when she isn't able to do anything in their honor. just to live for them seems so weak and she doesn't have the self-worth to believe she was worth surviving. ]