[ she doesn't want to draw comfort from the touch of his hand against hers, the strength of him. she doesn't want to need that — and yet, she does. he's a monster like her, but he's capable of kindness like this, too.
she doesn't know if she still is. if she ever was. ]
Yeah.
[ she draws away from him, but doesn't let go of his hand. looking around, she picks a direction and starts walking. away from khlyen, away from her former self, away from the slaughter. ]
no subject
she doesn't know if she still is. if she ever was. ]
Yeah.
[ she draws away from him, but doesn't let go of his hand. looking around, she picks a direction and starts walking. away from khlyen, away from her former self, away from the slaughter. ]