[ she'd always imagined that time would make it easier, but it never truly does. no, instead, time merely makes her more numb solely on the outside, that heart wrenching clench always growing steadily stronger inside of her as she recalls every loss, one by one, again and again.
but now it all pours out of her at once, the fighting of that simulation practically ripping into her chest and yanking it out without a single shred of care.
still, she's jolted by the feel of that hand taking her wrist, a touch that shakes her with initial shock before it transforms into a tether with the words that follow, words to ease her back into the reality she's in. gradually, she lifts her head, gaze finding those of the woman in front of her, cheeks stained wet. ]
Y-yes. [ she thinks so, anyway. ] I'm sorry, I was — the simulation just ... [ she shakes her head, trying to find her words again. ] How could anyone choose to put themselves through that?
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but now it all pours out of her at once, the fighting of that simulation practically ripping into her chest and yanking it out without a single shred of care.
still, she's jolted by the feel of that hand taking her wrist, a touch that shakes her with initial shock before it transforms into a tether with the words that follow, words to ease her back into the reality she's in. gradually, she lifts her head, gaze finding those of the woman in front of her, cheeks stained wet. ]
Y-yes. [ she thinks so, anyway. ] I'm sorry, I was — the simulation just ... [ she shakes her head, trying to find her words again. ] How could anyone choose to put themselves through that?