[Don't worry, Yasha. Beau doesn't know how to say that either. But she's never had a friend like that, someone to relieve that all-important tension. It's just her, and her messy words and her messed up head and her fists. She can't expect Yasha to do something with that, to waste her time on the way Beau is treating her. And maybe that's by design. Control how they hate you. Control what little you have.
So she lets Yasha go, head tilted down, settling back on the ground into a familiar pose. She won't meditate now. But she'll lie and say she is, purposefully letting her form fall.
It's hard to live a life of solitude. Double so when you do it to yourself.]
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So she lets Yasha go, head tilted down, settling back on the ground into a familiar pose. She won't meditate now. But she'll lie and say she is, purposefully letting her form fall.
It's hard to live a life of solitude. Double so when you do it to yourself.]