[ Asuka's silent, gaze fixed on the ground between her feet. Can she let someone do something for her? Does she want that? Doesn't that just make her weak? Those horrible, clawing thoughts are always there, trying to drag her down. Telling her that to accept help is wrong. It makes her weak. It makes her nothing more than a child. She needs to be by herself so people can't hurt her - but she hates being alone. She fears it. She's almost become better at letting people in. Litttle by little, since she's arrived, she's been able to inch toward some sort of understanding.
But it still hurts and it's still hard and she still doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. ]
You make it sound so easy.
[ There's resentment and anger there. There's hurt. She wants to throw up walls and force Annie to push through them. To prove she cares. And she wants to run, because she can't deal with the thought of something like this being genuine. ]
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But it still hurts and it's still hard and she still doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. ]
You make it sound so easy.
[ There's resentment and anger there. There's hurt. She wants to throw up walls and force Annie to push through them. To prove she cares. And she wants to run, because she can't deal with the thought of something like this being genuine. ]