[ she's very quiet. she doesn't really know how to parse out what she's just scene beyond the sensation that have flooded her, intermingling with her own stubborn convictions and desires. she doesn't want to hurt anyone. rondo... doesn't want to hurt anyone. in their mutual states of puppetry, she sinks a little bit, but just shakes her head.
he takes her hand and just. squeezes back quite tightly actually. ]
[ ue ue. well, listen. he returns the squeeze - just as tight, steadying, comforting, as he processes the memory. his own is... it's fine, it's done and gone, and not nearly so upsetting, so.
the question surprises a huff of a laugh out of him, and he nods. ] I am, I... feel as though I should be asking you that question. [ though it warms him deeply that she asked him first. ] Are you...? That was...
[ squeezing his own hands, she gives a soft nod, just reaching up to gently ruffle his hair. ]
And you are yourself just as well. All of that... it's not something anyone should have to endure... but it's always like that, isn't it, the way our mettle is tested.
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he takes her hand and just. squeezes back quite tightly actually. ]
... You okay?
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the question surprises a huff of a laugh out of him, and he nods. ] I am, I... feel as though I should be asking you that question. [ though it warms him deeply that she asked him first. ] Are you...? That was...
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[ she just keeps holding on very tightly. ]
I'm alright. It was just a memory, after all. Can't hurt me now, haha.
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And through everything, you're here now. Right? As you.
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[ squeezing his own hands, she gives a soft nod, just reaching up to gently ruffle his hair. ]
And you are yourself just as well. All of that... it's not something anyone should have to endure... but it's always like that, isn't it, the way our mettle is tested.