[ She's no better in person, body to mind the same thing. Her eyes tired, and she's forgotten to eat - her sleep is fitful and empty. No jump that she had been thought of, nothing at all.
Nor is she completely unaware what has passed as to why she feels this way. But she's too tired for blame, for hissing with hurt and rage, not even for forgiveness own sake, but she won't -- won't -- be Jack. ]
Oh? [ The smile pulls wane, exhausted at the edges. ]
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Nor is she completely unaware what has passed as to why she feels this way. But she's too tired for blame, for hissing with hurt and rage, not even for forgiveness own sake, but she won't -- won't -- be Jack. ]
Oh? [ The smile pulls wane, exhausted at the edges. ]