[A flare of emotion at last, grief breaking through the exhaustion. And yet she still can't bring herself to show her face, to reveal her tears, the dark circles under her eyes, the way her curls have long since come undone, the constant signs of mild frostbite and weight loss. She thinks she'll only be laughed at, looked down upon, as no one to admire.]
What else am I supposed to say? That I wish you had suffered? I could.....I could never want that.
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[A flare of emotion at last, grief breaking through the exhaustion. And yet she still can't bring herself to show her face, to reveal her tears, the dark circles under her eyes, the way her curls have long since come undone, the constant signs of mild frostbite and weight loss. She thinks she'll only be laughed at, looked down upon, as no one to admire.]
What else am I supposed to say? That I wish you had suffered? I could.....I could never want that.
[Not even after everything.]