nobody has asked, she thinks. nobody asked her to go with them -- her mind fuzzes and shakes a little with that. nobody ever ever offered here. right? she can't grasp that. she can't think about it too hard. it doesn't seem right, but it does, all in one, so she just accepts it.
she's spent these past few days thinking about what was going to come after. she didn't want to go where she wasn't wanted, she's sick of that, but time was running out, and she kept having to confront the idea that she'd just... have to go back to her world. and it makes a whole lot of emotions well up in her - loneliness and a sense of wanting to belong somewhere, anywhere --
but he asks, and she pulls back to look at him, his hat settled crooked on her head, and there's really no stopping the tears this time. it's not the horrible ugly crying from before at least, it's just stupid ghibli tears as her emotions do backflips. hope, and love, and a longing met, a hand held out. that's all she wanted, to go back with him. to have someone ask her to belong.
there's a sort of - pride too, maybe? maybe it's silly but she's proud of him.]
Okay. [she says, weakly. she flounders a little trying to think of something else to say but it's hard because she's just absolutely drowning. there's something about knowing that he wants to live, and knowing that she's invited to get to see it. she would've been happy just knowing he existed somewhere, but with this... she gets to live a little herself, too.]
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nobody has asked, she thinks. nobody asked her to go with them -- her mind fuzzes and shakes a little with that. nobody ever ever offered here. right? she can't grasp that. she can't think about it too hard. it doesn't seem right, but it does, all in one, so she just accepts it.
she's spent these past few days thinking about what was going to come after. she didn't want to go where she wasn't wanted, she's sick of that, but time was running out, and she kept having to confront the idea that she'd just... have to go back to her world. and it makes a whole lot of emotions well up in her - loneliness and a sense of wanting to belong somewhere, anywhere --
but he asks, and she pulls back to look at him, his hat settled crooked on her head, and there's really no stopping the tears this time. it's not the horrible ugly crying from before at least, it's just stupid ghibli tears as her emotions do backflips. hope, and love, and a longing met, a hand held out. that's all she wanted, to go back with him. to have someone ask her to belong.
there's a sort of - pride too, maybe? maybe it's silly but she's proud of him.]
Okay. [she says, weakly. she flounders a little trying to think of something else to say but it's hard because she's just absolutely drowning. there's something about knowing that he wants to live, and knowing that she's invited to get to see it. she would've been happy just knowing he existed somewhere, but with this... she gets to live a little herself, too.]