The confliction on her face is the internal battle she has almost daily. She /could/ pop into his mind and see herself but it was such an invasion of privacy. Does she think somethings wrong and its warranted?
Eventually she decides against it and gives a shrug
"I would. If you want to share"
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what isnβt in his head is
the better question? he
is consumed by morbid
curiousity and death.
all he wants to do is hurt
something, scream and
cryβ- but itβs wrong and
he feels guilt for things
more than heβd let someone
know.
βwouldnβt you
like to know?β
"Fine"
She puts her hands up in defensive though she knows what anger looks like
"You arent angry..but you arent happy so what is in your head?"
She has a soft spot for the younger ones. Technically an adult now she feels some sort of duty to them.
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βi am not angry!β
he didnβt really mean to
outburst. he just doesnβt
know how to speak about
these things. he tries hard
to be tough, but heβs not.
heβs just a child.
She would be one to understand. A pawn in a game just on the opposing side of him. A child manipulated to choose the path that was already laid out for her.
"You are angry. That face your making is a face of anger. What is the matter?"
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itβs true, heβs also too young
to be this sad and to have
seen so much. to have a
father whoβs a deatheaterβ
to feel so much conflict
between good and evil.
how can someone figure
who they are when itβs
already planned out?
βi am not angry.β
