[that wins claude a soft smile, even if she was never under the impression that anything he's done or said to her was meant to be some kind of retaliation or mean-spirited thing. it surprises her to think that this is where they stand, for she has the impression that her first impression towards him was not the kindest nor the best, either.
and, well, she can certainly understand.]
Who we are and where we come from, it's a powerful weapon. [there is power in knowing names.] You and I are alike, thinking that if we dress like them, if we speak like them [βwithout her accent, in englishβ] that we can easily blend in and continue onward. Though your path is definitely more honorable than mine has been.
[she could do nothing for her people but accept defeat, wanting to focus instead of singular, individualistic goals. she gives claude's wrist a squeeze before she pulls away, appreciative that he reciprocated the action and didn't leave her feeling foolish for it.]
I don't fault you for hesitating. I know it's hard.
[to completely shake it offβ]
To live in the skin of the you who has always been the subject of tragedy and pitiful, angry stares.
[granted, she doesn't know his whole story, but the 'you' is a projection. hers is on an extreme, though, preferring to live in delusion at times than to want to face the scars of her past head on, until it is all far too much to bear.]
no subject
and, well, she can certainly understand.]
Who we are and where we come from, it's a powerful weapon. [there is power in knowing names.] You and I are alike, thinking that if we dress like them, if we speak like them [βwithout her accent, in englishβ] that we can easily blend in and continue onward. Though your path is definitely more honorable than mine has been.
[she could do nothing for her people but accept defeat, wanting to focus instead of singular, individualistic goals. she gives claude's wrist a squeeze before she pulls away, appreciative that he reciprocated the action and didn't leave her feeling foolish for it.]
I don't fault you for hesitating. I know it's hard.
[to completely shake it offβ]
To live in the skin of the you who has always been the subject of tragedy and pitiful, angry stares.
[granted, she doesn't know his whole story, but the 'you' is a projection. hers is on an extreme, though, preferring to live in delusion at times than to want to face the scars of her past head on, until it is all far too much to bear.]
Your secrets are safe with me.
[because that's what friends do, right?]