[She believes him, if only because running into other Displaced is just kind of the way of things. Hope opens her mouth to reply, but the first sound is immediately cut off by a sharp flash of pain as she feels pressure against her wound.
Her eyes close immediately, her teeth clenched together so hard that she feels like they might shatter in her mouth. Normally, she would cringe away from a sudden influx of emotions that didn't belong to her, but in this rare moment, it's a distraction that she needs so badly that she latches on to them, her own bleeding quickly back across to him.
Not shockingly, she's in pain, but her emotional pain is heavier, deeper. She doesn't understand why anyone would be jealous of her. After all, she's spent her entire life trying to figure out why she existed at all, and coming up entirely empty beyond being the cause of other people's misery. Her family loved her, yes, but if she'd never existed?
They'd have been better off.
There's also fear, intense an unsure as she thinks of her father, how she knows full well that she can't close herself off to him completely but hating herself for the fact that she's giving herself any hope at all that he won't just bail on her again, on purpose or not. Fear that everyone will do the same and she'll be entirely, completely alone. It was easier to deal with when she did it to herself.
Physical pain spikes anew in her side as his fingers flex, followed by a deep warmth as he pulls it from her body. She lets out a harsh breath, more a stifled cry than anything silent, and she's breathing hard, air whistling in and out through her teeth. She wipes a hand at her brow, barely able to look over at him, the emotional exchange almost as draining as the toll her injury has taken on her.]
T-thanks.
[Her voice is shaky; just because she can heal it doesn't mean she feels it the way anyone else would. Hope looks down to check on it, but she can already feel it starting to heal on the inside, the pain slowly receding. Soon it would be like nothing had ever happened, if she weren't wearing blood-soaked clothes.]
For what it's worth, my Dad's not really a fan of anyone he's just met.
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Her eyes close immediately, her teeth clenched together so hard that she feels like they might shatter in her mouth. Normally, she would cringe away from a sudden influx of emotions that didn't belong to her, but in this rare moment, it's a distraction that she needs so badly that she latches on to them, her own bleeding quickly back across to him.
Not shockingly, she's in pain, but her emotional pain is heavier, deeper. She doesn't understand why anyone would be jealous of her. After all, she's spent her entire life trying to figure out why she existed at all, and coming up entirely empty beyond being the cause of other people's misery. Her family loved her, yes, but if she'd never existed?
They'd have been better off.
There's also fear, intense an unsure as she thinks of her father, how she knows full well that she can't close herself off to him completely but hating herself for the fact that she's giving herself any hope at all that he won't just bail on her again, on purpose or not. Fear that everyone will do the same and she'll be entirely, completely alone. It was easier to deal with when she did it to herself.
Physical pain spikes anew in her side as his fingers flex, followed by a deep warmth as he pulls it from her body. She lets out a harsh breath, more a stifled cry than anything silent, and she's breathing hard, air whistling in and out through her teeth. She wipes a hand at her brow, barely able to look over at him, the emotional exchange almost as draining as the toll her injury has taken on her.]
T-thanks.
[Her voice is shaky; just because she can heal it doesn't mean she feels it the way anyone else would. Hope looks down to check on it, but she can already feel it starting to heal on the inside, the pain slowly receding. Soon it would be like nothing had ever happened, if she weren't wearing blood-soaked clothes.]
For what it's worth, my Dad's not really a fan of anyone he's just met.