[ She's guilty as it is -- she had been too caught up, too eager to throw herself into a the life she'd been denied, to touch and to poke and to prod. It had been selfish, naive too. That things would just progress like they always had, and she'd just be a ghost to it all.
But she won't be doing it again.
Thankful, especially, that he was giving her a distraction. She doesn't know who exactly to be around him, to even guess what it meant via her usual calculations of those around her, normal or not -- the only authority she'd known was... well, Jack. But Prince couldn't be less like him. From Jack, this would be placating her moods...
... it doesn't feel like that. She'd let one of her own die; that was her fault as much as whoever else had caused this. He doesn't have to give her anything, and for that alone, she's grateful, the distraction is everything she could want, right now. ]
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But she won't be doing it again.
Thankful, especially, that he was giving her a distraction. She doesn't know who exactly to be around him, to even guess what it meant via her usual calculations of those around her, normal or not -- the only authority she'd known was... well, Jack. But Prince couldn't be less like him. From Jack, this would be placating her moods...
... it doesn't feel like that. She'd let one of her own die; that was her fault as much as whoever else had caused this. He doesn't have to give her anything, and for that alone, she's grateful, the distraction is everything she could want, right now. ]
( Thank you, sir. )