[ Her voice is a croak. She's holding back the tears (or trying) and she feels a combination of angry, embarrassed, and incredibly sad. She doesn't know why this is happening to her.
I'm not fine and I never will be.
She takes a slow, deep, shuddering breath and relucantly lifts her head to stare at Lavellan. That exchange did feel, in a way, cathartic. She confronted Misato with things she has been wanting to say for too long. But there was no ultimate payoff. No forgiveness. Not even understanding. Just a painful slap and then cold indifference.
There's sympathy. She doesn't understand who for, until she figures out it's coming from Lavellan. ]
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[ Her voice is a croak. She's holding back the tears (or trying) and she feels a combination of angry, embarrassed, and incredibly sad. She doesn't know why this is happening to her.
I'm not fine and I never will be.
She takes a slow, deep, shuddering breath and relucantly lifts her head to stare at Lavellan. That exchange did feel, in a way, cathartic. She confronted Misato with things she has been wanting to say for too long. But there was no ultimate payoff. No forgiveness. Not even understanding. Just a painful slap and then cold indifference.
There's sympathy. She doesn't understand who for, until she figures out it's coming from Lavellan. ]
I just - I'll be fine.
[ She has to believe that, even if she doesn't. ]