[ No she won't. Nebula knows that - on some level Himeka might just too. It makes her feel better to see it. ]
[ The invitation has her stop - freeze, stare at the other a long quiet moment. The awkward dance of too many memories mixed with not enough, of who she could be and who she is. It's the latter that wins out this time.]
No. [ A beat, then added quickly: ] My hearing's too sensitive to handle all of that yelling.
[ Half of a truth, enough of one it sounds passable to her - though the taste settles on her tongue like desert sand. ] Besides, I have more work left in me.
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[ No she won't. Nebula knows that - on some level Himeka might just too. It makes her feel better to see it. ]
[ The invitation has her stop - freeze, stare at the other a long quiet moment. The awkward dance of too many memories mixed with not enough, of who she could be and who she is. It's the latter that wins out this time.]
No. [ A beat, then added quickly: ] My hearing's too sensitive to handle all of that yelling.
[ Half of a truth, enough of one it sounds passable to her - though the taste settles on her tongue like desert sand. ] Besides, I have more work left in me.