[ she speaks her own words with pride and conviction, like a shield that has kept her safe in the last several years since it's all she's been able to rely on. best not to rely on others, after all. waiting for a savior has only ever been met with disappointment, anyway.
there's a part of her that is surprised to hear the offer that still stands even after her own spoken stance. and yet, it almost sounds familiar. like something she'd have heard out of gwen's lips, someone who'd become so naive, she could have been so easily trampled with how open she'd been with her kindness.
the memory leaves her with both disdain and a melancholic ache. ]
Do you always hand out such ridiculous offers after someone tells you they couldn't care less if you died before their eyes?
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there's a part of her that is surprised to hear the offer that still stands even after her own spoken stance. and yet, it almost sounds familiar. like something she'd have heard out of gwen's lips, someone who'd become so naive, she could have been so easily trampled with how open she'd been with her kindness.
the memory leaves her with both disdain and a melancholic ache. ]
Do you always hand out such ridiculous offers after someone tells you they couldn't care less if you died before their eyes?