I chose them because they weren't scared..! [She shouts, pausing only to regain her own calm.] ...I chose it...because if I didn't, they'd keep worrying.
........I knew that more people were being worried. And worry doesn't hurt a lot at all. But I wanted them to stop worrying because they were WORRIED, not because it hurt! [she laments, shaking her head. Yes, it hurt, but the biggest thing that keeps coming back, and back, and back to her mind is....it was far, far from the worst she'd ever felt.] So I thought 'if I go there, and sleep there, they'll stop worrying. ...And I made it worse.
[She's hiding something-someone, more accurately, but she carries on before she can dwell on it.]
...I know The Prince was angry. He was more than angry, [she adds, frowning.] He had a lot of hate, too-and fear, even. [As much as it was radiating on the spot, at least.]
....But I fought something that hated worse than that-and I held that thing inside me, before I came here, too.
I know it hurts. ....But I also know that there are things a lot more important than if I'm hurt.
....and.... ....I also know now, that those things are more important than if others are worried about that hurt, too. ....even if I don't know what that thing might be.
[She swallows-but steels herself, looking up to the man.] When the Prince left the dance, his hate, and anger, were there. That didn't change-even if I wasn't there where you stole from him, I felt that.
...And I could still move, and think, because he didn't feel it as long as everyone felt scared.
[She has a feeling, after all, that no one they steal from will be standing in front of them for a full number of hours. Not without someone dying, at least. ...And....
The girl gathers some courage.] ....After I came back... ....I tried to find you, to talk to you, about what happened. ....To say 'sorry'-even if sorry is only a word. ....But more than just sorry, [Reira explains, doing her best to keep calm,] I didn't want to hide. ...Because I did something that anywhere else, would mean I was dead-that a lot of others would be dead-and even if had been just one, and not everyone, it still would have been just as bad.
[Well. Perhaps not, but as it is.] ....Is me being hurt when people feel things... ....is that really the only reason you don't want me to steal for you, any more?
[She doesn't ask with hope. Or even fear, for that matter-it is a cautious curiosity, as she wonders how she could be trusted at all, after this.
(Perhaps there was more to what everyone kept telling her, after all.)]
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........I knew that more people were being worried. And worry doesn't hurt a lot at all. But I wanted them to stop worrying because they were WORRIED, not because it hurt! [she laments, shaking her head. Yes, it hurt, but the biggest thing that keeps coming back, and back, and back to her mind is....it was far, far from the worst she'd ever felt.] So I thought 'if I go there, and sleep there, they'll stop worrying. ...And I made it worse.
[She's hiding something-someone, more accurately, but she carries on before she can dwell on it.]
...I know The Prince was angry. He was more than angry, [she adds, frowning.] He had a lot of hate, too-and fear, even. [As much as it was radiating on the spot, at least.]
....But I fought something that hated worse than that-and I held that thing inside me, before I came here, too.
I know it hurts. ....But I also know that there are things a lot more important than if I'm hurt.
....and.... ....I also know now, that those things are more important than if others are worried about that hurt, too. ....even if I don't know what that thing might be.
[She swallows-but steels herself, looking up to the man.] When the Prince left the dance, his hate, and anger, were there. That didn't change-even if I wasn't there where you stole from him, I felt that.
...And I could still move, and think, because he didn't feel it as long as everyone felt scared.
[She has a feeling, after all, that no one they steal from will be standing in front of them for a full number of hours. Not without someone dying, at least. ...And....
The girl gathers some courage.] ....After I came back... ....I tried to find you, to talk to you, about what happened. ....To say 'sorry'-even if sorry is only a word. ....But more than just sorry, [Reira explains, doing her best to keep calm,] I didn't want to hide. ...Because I did something that anywhere else, would mean I was dead-that a lot of others would be dead-and even if had been just one, and not everyone, it still would have been just as bad.
[Well. Perhaps not, but as it is.] ....Is me being hurt when people feel things... ....is that really the only reason you don't want me to steal for you, any more?
[She doesn't ask with hope. Or even fear, for that matter-it is a cautious curiosity, as she wonders how she could be trusted at all, after this.
(Perhaps there was more to what everyone kept telling her, after all.)]