[ his cold words sting...his insensitivity to her young mind trying to wrap itself around what happened is...hard to get behind. Her hands push on the ground to give her some ease while trying to stand up, and...god, she's a mess. Another reminder that crying will benefit no one. Guzma snarls so bitterly that she feels herself straighten up a bit.
She doesn't deserve that. Feelings rush back to her-- standing in front of him while a Yungoos lay captive at the feet of one of his grunts. I'm not here to see you. And he...laughed at her, with the same feeling that he just told her to leave. A shield, drawn up high, that only echoes in his ears when it's touched. He won't let himself feel anything. Nothing has changed.
And she wants to be upset. She wants to cry and be angry at his father-- who says things like that to their kids? Who'd lay a hand on their precious child like that-- and who'd go so far as to use a--
She swallows. It's gross...it feels gross, and she doesn't know how to handle it. ]
You promised. [ she murmurs it softly. Not asking questions. A hand falls into her pocket to reveal a flat, small blue tinged stone. Their promises. His half promise...which still counts. She can't make it better. She can't ask him to detail anything like that, and she knows that following that angry little quip he made would be an assortment of yelling...and Luna's not going to push him there. Not today. ]
You promised you'd...come home. D-don't...don't forget.
[ she glares up at him as best she can, and it's quite clear that she has questions, but...as long as he makes it back home, she'd wait. Maybe he'd never wanna talk about it, and that's okay, too.
It's just figuring out where to file that memory. How to make it stop repeating in her mind. ]
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She doesn't deserve that. Feelings rush back to her-- standing in front of him while a Yungoos lay captive at the feet of one of his grunts. I'm not here to see you. And he...laughed at her, with the same feeling that he just told her to leave. A shield, drawn up high, that only echoes in his ears when it's touched. He won't let himself feel anything. Nothing has changed.
And she wants to be upset. She wants to cry and be angry at his father-- who says things like that to their kids? Who'd lay a hand on their precious child like that-- and who'd go so far as to use a--
She swallows. It's gross...it feels gross, and she doesn't know how to handle it. ]
You promised. [ she murmurs it softly. Not asking questions. A hand falls into her pocket to reveal a flat, small blue tinged stone. Their promises. His half promise...which still counts. She can't make it better. She can't ask him to detail anything like that, and she knows that following that angry little quip he made would be an assortment of yelling...and Luna's not going to push him there. Not today. ]
You promised you'd...come home. D-don't...don't forget.
[ she glares up at him as best she can, and it's quite clear that she has questions, but...as long as he makes it back home, she'd wait. Maybe he'd never wanna talk about it, and that's okay, too.
It's just figuring out where to file that memory. How to make it stop repeating in her mind. ]