[ Julie doesn't talk about what happened to her world very often, even less than Nadine does. When they do speak of it, they both have a tendency to massively brush over it with the single mention of a plague -- explaining any further requires both trust and a reason. Julie trusts Jesper enough but has no reason to delve into something that difficult, that traumatic. She has no way of knowing what Nadine has told him, but in her own experience, it does no good to raise the subject. Almost no one can even wrap their heads around the sheer enormity of the loss, of the chaos, of the pain, and that's to say nothing of what followed. At most, they awkwardly say that they're sorry about it, and Julie hates that with a white-hot fury. She doesn't want people to feel pity for her, and their sorry doesn't change or fix it.
All she wants is to not be alone. It's all she ever wanted.
She wraps her arms around his middle, closes her eyes. It was the truth; that, after Trips, she thought she would only ever know the people of Vegas, very very few of whom could be trusted further than you could throw them. It was a shock, mentally, when she came to Abraxas and not only met people, but found them sincere and loving and good. There weren't many good people left in her world. ]
Love you, Jesper. [ She says it as hardly more than a sleepy sigh. The fire is warm and the night air is comfortable. ]
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All she wants is to not be alone. It's all she ever wanted.
She wraps her arms around his middle, closes her eyes. It was the truth; that, after Trips, she thought she would only ever know the people of Vegas, very very few of whom could be trusted further than you could throw them. It was a shock, mentally, when she came to Abraxas and not only met people, but found them sincere and loving and good. There weren't many good people left in her world. ]
Love you, Jesper. [ She says it as hardly more than a sleepy sigh. The fire is warm and the night air is comfortable. ]