[ she snorts, a mixture of annoyance — and the slightest hint of fondness she can't fully hide. ]
No, it wouldn't. [ headstrong as always, something stubborn lacquers her voice. ] If you called it a crime, it would do even less to stop me.
[ it's no secret, really, that his orders only ever make her want to dig her heels in. but there's too much vulnerability in the one that follows, ringing too close to a little boy's loneliness in the middle of the woods. a shared fear that lives inside the murky depths of her, too: don't leave me.
some of her irritation abates, softens into something she doesn't know how to explain. doesn't know the name for. ]
If I promise to come back to you in one piece, will you choose to believe me?
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No, it wouldn't. [ headstrong as always, something stubborn lacquers her voice. ] If you called it a crime, it would do even less to stop me.
[ it's no secret, really, that his orders only ever make her want to dig her heels in. but there's too much vulnerability in the one that follows, ringing too close to a little boy's loneliness in the middle of the woods. a shared fear that lives inside the murky depths of her, too: don't leave me.
some of her irritation abates, softens into something she doesn't know how to explain. doesn't know the name for. ]
If I promise to come back to you in one piece, will you choose to believe me?