[ Shut up, he hears. An echo in his head that's louder than the voice that reaches his ears, a voice full of resentment and drained of patience. She's tired, she's damaged, but somehow used to feeling that way. She hates this place. She hates that it was her only way out.
Hyperion can't say he disagrees - having only been here for less than a day, of course, that's too quick to judge. Less so when you accepted to leave everything you knew and every thread of the safety net you built because you didn't want to become mass of flakes of ash.
What? ]
Can I help you.
[ It's not entirely dismissive, if only because his tone is stale. He's done nothing wrong. (Is it the lack of doing anything at all that has her riled up?) ]
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Hyperion can't say he disagrees - having only been here for less than a day, of course, that's too quick to judge. Less so when you accepted to leave everything you knew and every thread of the safety net you built because you didn't want to become mass of flakes of ash.
What? ]
Can I help you.
[ It's not entirely dismissive, if only because his tone is stale. He's done nothing wrong. (Is it the lack of doing anything at all that has her riled up?) ]