[ Amber notes his every move like a novice learning a dark art from a respected master --the way he claws that table like an animal needing to escape from a torture device-- but the difference is that she feels she does know even if others would say that she is incapable of it. Rather, she is capable of pretending not to know, that without the hope of sacrificing all she owns for the smallest chance of saving the one she lost, she would easily allow herself to waste away too. Because the alternative, living in a universe where he is dead, is something she can't bear.
She takes absolutely no offense to his accusation of being needlessly cruel, but it is his answer to her question that cuts much deeper. Because it comes the closest to describing just how much it hurts. Even now. ]
No, please. Stay.
[ She makes no move to stop him from running out the door should he do so, relying instead on watching him with eyes full of plea and-- pain. If such things are possible from people like her. Contractors. Her tears may have dried many hours ago but everything still aches. It shows only from the way her voice, steady as it is, cracks in some places. ]
I know-- I promised you sunshine, but the truth is I don't think I have anymore to give.
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She takes absolutely no offense to his accusation of being needlessly cruel, but it is his answer to her question that cuts much deeper. Because it comes the closest to describing just how much it hurts. Even now. ]
No, please. Stay.
[ She makes no move to stop him from running out the door should he do so, relying instead on watching him with eyes full of plea and-- pain. If such things are possible from people like her. Contractors. Her tears may have dried many hours ago but everything still aches. It shows only from the way her voice, steady as it is, cracks in some places. ]
I know-- I promised you sunshine, but the truth is I don't think I have anymore to give.