[ It isn't what she expects -- this, his ready acceptance when she has geared herself up for combat, let alone her half-considered thought returned with more sincerity than she ever meant it. The look on her face, surprise colored with no small amount of fear, reveals what she can't say: that she had wanted the sweet absolution of surrendering to the symbiote. That it tempts her with a twofold promise of the familiar struggle to survive against all odds coupled with a guaranteed end to isolation. The first still stands true, while the latter more and more seems like a farce, something too good to be true, and so, something she is too ashamed to admit she ever wanted.
It is in the way she gathers her knees to herself that betrays her defeat, the way her shoulders slump when she lets out a frustrated sigh. Her dismay is a steady thrum between them. ]
I don't want to be disappear. I want to be me. [ No. No. She shakes her head to punctuate her thoughts. ] There's a man here who sees who I am, and loves me. Shouldn't it be enough?
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It is in the way she gathers her knees to herself that betrays her defeat, the way her shoulders slump when she lets out a frustrated sigh. Her dismay is a steady thrum between them. ]
I don't want to be disappear. I want to be me. [ No. No. She shakes her head to punctuate her thoughts. ] There's a man here who sees who I am, and loves me. Shouldn't it be enough?