[ She shudders once at that, a soundless hiccup making her shoulders twitch as the churn of emotion within looks for a way out. She tamps down on it all, pushing everything back down. Rationally, his words make sense, a balm to the wounded. Still, she can't expunge the guilt entirely, the nagging sense of responsibility. It's a sensation Lune's had a lifetime of familiarity with. ]
I wish I didn't think at all now.
[ But she can't stop. If his mind moves slowly then hers races too quickly, a relentless susurrus of speculation and questioning with everything circling back just to begin all over again, maddening. A death sentence, he says, and it sticks like a burr. ]
Would you have— would you really have— [ Dismay follows swiftly. What possessed her? She doesn't actually want to know. She squeezes his knee like a lifeline, an apology and something else. ] Fuck. No. Don't say anything.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2025-05-18 07:50 pm (UTC)I wish I didn't think at all now.
[ But she can't stop. If his mind moves slowly then hers races too quickly, a relentless susurrus of speculation and questioning with everything circling back just to begin all over again, maddening. A death sentence, he says, and it sticks like a burr. ]
Would you have— would you really have— [ Dismay follows swiftly. What possessed her? She doesn't actually want to know. She squeezes his knee like a lifeline, an apology and something else. ] Fuck. No. Don't say anything.