[ annabeth moves back as he steps in and tries to pretend her eyes aren't welling up. there is a small voice she doesn't remember but somehow recognizes that whispers at her: everyone leaves. perhaps it should be proof of sorts to continue hearing him out, but all it does is fill her with a panic she hasn't had in centuries. a panic she doesn't remember at all, really, but it feels so intrinsic to her anyway. the feeling is familiar in a way she hates. ]
[ she shakes her head rapidly. ]
Stop. If you're tired of me you should have just said so instead of trying to take it all from me. [ she doesn't know where it comes from, or why it feels so real - that sense of the people who are supposed to love her deciding it's too difficult, or deciding it's not important as something else. ]
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[ she shakes her head rapidly. ]
Stop. If you're tired of me you should have just said so instead of trying to take it all from me. [ she doesn't know where it comes from, or why it feels so real - that sense of the people who are supposed to love her deciding it's too difficult, or deciding it's not important as something else. ]
I have everything here.