[ Lightning blinks when he strikes the wall, shoulders tensing slightly but otherwise giving no reaction aside from her misery growing steadily stronger. Out of everything else, what she hates the most is feeling helpless, especially when it comes to dealing with someone she cares for- when she's hurting him but can't do anything about it...
Once again she sinks to her knees, heart pounding in her ears and eyes stinging with tears. For a moment her hands just curl uselessly in her lap, but then she reaches out to touch the backs of his with obvious hesitance, terrified that he's going to just push her away; as much as she desperately wants to do more, she refrains- in the back of her mind she stays convinced that Zack is going to be angry at her for concealing the truth... and yet at the same time, her concern wins out. She can't do nothing. ]
I tried to...
[ "...get her to tell you," is what she means to say, but obviously she trails off instead, her mind spinning with the conflict of what she means versus what it might sound like, memories of finding out about the end of both of her closest friends made in Luceti, of deaths taking place on drafts here and their after-effects... eventually she amends instead, trying to explain- ]
She didn't want us to be upset. [ And then quieter, after a shaky breath: ] I'm sorry.
[ That's all she can manage before her tongue ties completely. Needless to say, she doesn't bother attempting to stop or wipe off the tears, this time around. ]
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Once again she sinks to her knees, heart pounding in her ears and eyes stinging with tears. For a moment her hands just curl uselessly in her lap, but then she reaches out to touch the backs of his with obvious hesitance, terrified that he's going to just push her away; as much as she desperately wants to do more, she refrains- in the back of her mind she stays convinced that Zack is going to be angry at her for concealing the truth... and yet at the same time, her concern wins out. She can't do nothing. ]
I tried to...
[ "...get her to tell you," is what she means to say, but obviously she trails off instead, her mind spinning with the conflict of what she means versus what it might sound like, memories of finding out about the end of both of her closest friends made in Luceti, of deaths taking place on drafts here and their after-effects... eventually she amends instead, trying to explain- ]
She didn't want us to be upset. [ And then quieter, after a shaky breath: ] I'm sorry.
[ That's all she can manage before her tongue ties completely. Needless to say, she doesn't bother attempting to stop or wipe off the tears, this time around. ]