[ Her arms wind tighter the more he goes on, growing restless herself. Admittedly, she does feel like she misinterpreted what had happened between him and Makina, and had reacted more volatilely than she really should have. All things considered, it's like he said. She really doesn't really know anything about the situation he was in, aside from a few striking similarities. Not that she regrets what she said, exactly... but now she's left wondering if he'll react poorly to how dissimilar the two events really are. ]
...Fine.
[ She huffs, staring hard at some trinket on one of her shelves - refusing to look at him. ]
If you want to know so bad, it happened a few months after my parents died. My career really needed to take off back then— obviously I couldn't afford to live in our house anymore.... I had a lot of late shoots that I'd walk home alone from.
[ The first thing she feels like she needs to do is give an excuse as to why a then-eighteen year old like her was just strolling around past midnight by herself. And even then, the flippant way she'd talked about her parents' death on the boat to Achamoth seems lost, now, the words sounding much sorer than they had before. Before Venera, it was easy for her to talk about these things. Now she isn't so sure anymore, with the image of their deaths fresh in her mind. As she talks, she fidgets with one of the rings adorning her fingers, her heart beginning to beat unsteadily, wildly, in the confines of her chest. Sure, her voice stays even, calm, but she goes a bit paler recounting that night, unwilling to acknowledge it as she is. ]
He just kinda... popped out one night after following me for a while? I'd never seen him before. He was super old... and obsessed with me. I tried to let him down gently, but, well, he just went crazy the more I tried to get out of it. Next thing I know, there's this huge knife pointed at me...
[ For a moment, she closes her eyes, picturing the moment for herself in her head. The cold sweat that had been all over the man's face, his greasy hair, his unwashed clothes. She thinks about Gelus, who had saved her life that night, about Rem, who changed her life forever as a result, and her beating heart, too. What luck to still be breathing. Her voice is smaller when she talks again, scuffing her shoe on the immaculate floor. ]
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...Fine.
[ She huffs, staring hard at some trinket on one of her shelves - refusing to look at him. ]
If you want to know so bad, it happened a few months after my parents died. My career really needed to take off back then— obviously I couldn't afford to live in our house anymore.... I had a lot of late shoots that I'd walk home alone from.
[ The first thing she feels like she needs to do is give an excuse as to why a then-eighteen year old like her was just strolling around past midnight by herself. And even then, the flippant way she'd talked about her parents' death on the boat to Achamoth seems lost, now, the words sounding much sorer than they had before. Before Venera, it was easy for her to talk about these things. Now she isn't so sure anymore, with the image of their deaths fresh in her mind. As she talks, she fidgets with one of the rings adorning her fingers, her heart beginning to beat unsteadily, wildly, in the confines of her chest. Sure, her voice stays even, calm, but she goes a bit paler recounting that night, unwilling to acknowledge it as she is. ]
He just kinda... popped out one night after following me for a while? I'd never seen him before. He was super old... and obsessed with me. I tried to let him down gently, but, well, he just went crazy the more I tried to get out of it. Next thing I know, there's this huge knife pointed at me...
[ For a moment, she closes her eyes, picturing the moment for herself in her head. The cold sweat that had been all over the man's face, his greasy hair, his unwashed clothes. She thinks about Gelus, who had saved her life that night, about Rem, who changed her life forever as a result, and her beating heart, too. What luck to still be breathing. Her voice is smaller when she talks again, scuffing her shoe on the immaculate floor. ]
You already know what he said next.