[ She curls away from it, into herself further somehow, because compassion or worry isn't something she thinks this is only about purpose, about use. Lexa was a leader, brittle on the edges but strong. Full of purpose, just like Roland. She sucks in a breath, tries to find the words to explain something to put her at ease. ]
(I've been like this a long time, it's what it's means to have my abilities, to have done the things I have. )
[ crackles quietly, dulled noise, the tv muted from another room, murmuring pitches without definition to words. Ventures, because it's what she suspects this is really about. Need, use, purpose, it's what it always is, to her own experience. ]
(You don't... need to worry about me. I'm... I've worked through worse than this, trust me.
... It just hurts more than I can say right now.) [ the faint noise of glass clattering against each other, light and too hard it might just shatter. ] (I hope you don't feel this ever, Lexa, I might as well have felt the bullet kill me. )
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( I've been like this a long time, it's what it's means to have my abilities, to have done the things I have. )
[ crackles quietly, dulled noise, the tv muted from another room, murmuring pitches without definition to words. Ventures, because it's what she suspects this is really about. Need, use, purpose, it's what it always is, to her own experience. ]
( You don't... need to worry about me. I'm... I've worked through worse than this, trust me.
... It just hurts more than I can say right now. ) [ the faint noise of glass clattering against each other, light and too hard it might just shatter. ] ( I hope you don't feel this ever, Lexa, I might as well have felt the bullet kill me. )