[ She can be a pathway right now, if that's what he needs. She'd be whatever he needed her to be right now, so long as it was still also her because ceasing to be herself wouldn't actually help. But she can be what he needs, right now. Even if he's not entirely aware that that's what she is. One foot in front of the other, each scrap of information he gives her another piece of understanding to fit into the puzzle of what's the problem.
There's a tiny hiss in of air at the first sentence, because she knows he was hurt, of course she knows that. She's not stupid, and they needed him to do something for them so they hurt him. It's a simple equation, and she hates it with every fiber of her being. She's always been able to rationalize what happened to her as a direct result of the actions she took, of the fact that she knew what they did to prisoners and she went against them anyways. Made herself a target in place of the people she cared about. It doesn't actually make it easier to live with, but it makes more sense.
For him there's none of that. There's only the anger that floods her when she thinks of anyone hurting him, the attendant anger when she considers that specific situation. But other than that slight indraw of breath there's no reaction until he's finished speaking, until he's given her the way to put down the next step on the path, and even then she keeps her anger under check and behind shields. ] You'd think. Is it that, specifically, that you dream about?
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There's a tiny hiss in of air at the first sentence, because she knows he was hurt, of course she knows that. She's not stupid, and they needed him to do something for them so they hurt him. It's a simple equation, and she hates it with every fiber of her being. She's always been able to rationalize what happened to her as a direct result of the actions she took, of the fact that she knew what they did to prisoners and she went against them anyways. Made herself a target in place of the people she cared about. It doesn't actually make it easier to live with, but it makes more sense.
For him there's none of that. There's only the anger that floods her when she thinks of anyone hurting him, the attendant anger when she considers that specific situation. But other than that slight indraw of breath there's no reaction until he's finished speaking, until he's given her the way to put down the next step on the path, and even then she keeps her anger under check and behind shields. ] You'd think. Is it that, specifically, that you dream about?