[ It's all she can do to duck her head, hide her face against her knees, arms wrapped tight around her shin. She wants to sob, to scream that Nadine doesn't understand, doesn't understand even a little fucking bit. Nadine got to spend nearly her whole goddamn life knowing that at least she was special, even when those around her didn't see it. That she meant something.
Flagg was the first person to ever tell Julie she was special, and it was a dirty fucking lie. It would have all been worth it, worth the darkness on her soul, if only it was true, but instead, she did it all and died for absolutely nothing.
For the first time since she woke up from the dead, she truly wishes she hadn't.
Much of what Nadine actually says doesn't really register -- Julie's whole frame quivers a little where she sits, draws unsteady breaths in an effort to will herself into stoicism. What does another chance matter? She's still nothing but the dumb fucking hayseed who thought she could be someone important when she's just... nothing at all.
Her voice is muffled into her kneecaps, her chemise. She can feel the tendrils of her magic trying to lash out, strike at nothing, and there's a noticeable strain in her tone while she tries to counter it. ]
I guess at least you can hang out with Geralt's wolf.
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Flagg was the first person to ever tell Julie she was special, and it was a dirty fucking lie. It would have all been worth it, worth the darkness on her soul, if only it was true, but instead, she did it all and died for absolutely nothing.
For the first time since she woke up from the dead, she truly wishes she hadn't.
Much of what Nadine actually says doesn't really register -- Julie's whole frame quivers a little where she sits, draws unsteady breaths in an effort to will herself into stoicism. What does another chance matter? She's still nothing but the dumb fucking hayseed who thought she could be someone important when she's just... nothing at all.
Her voice is muffled into her kneecaps, her chemise. She can feel the tendrils of her magic trying to lash out, strike at nothing, and there's a noticeable strain in her tone while she tries to counter it. ]
I guess at least you can hang out with Geralt's wolf.