[At the word “detriment,” Aubrey’s vision blurs. By the time he’s done, she’s already drained.]
Must be nice… acting like you can control anything.... [It’s supposed to be an insult, but there’s no bite. What else is she supposed to respond to? He’s right, he’s right, he’s right, and she’s so goddamn tired of feeling wrong. It’d be nice if the world would take her away again.
[Unmercifully, it doesn’t. Aubrey’s arm droops and the bat slips from her fingers, her breath catching as it hits the ground. Great, here she goes again…]
Y-you’re just… You don’t deserve this mess. [At least Aubrey can get that out, if only because she’s looking down at the wreckage of her outburst and not Armin. Her left hand rises to cover the lower half of her face, as if that might help anything, other arm crossing tight.]
You deserve better. That’s… that’s all I’m trying to say.
[Is it, though? Is it really? Aubrey is so very sick of feeling everything.]
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[At the word “detriment,” Aubrey’s vision blurs. By the time he’s done, she’s already drained.]
Must be nice… acting like you can control anything.... [It’s supposed to be an insult, but there’s no bite. What else is she supposed to respond to? He’s right, he’s right, he’s right, and she’s so goddamn tired of feeling wrong. It’d be nice if the world would take her away again.
[Unmercifully, it doesn’t. Aubrey’s arm droops and the bat slips from her fingers, her breath catching as it hits the ground. Great, here she goes again…]
Y-you’re just… You don’t deserve this mess. [At least Aubrey can get that out, if only because she’s looking down at the wreckage of her outburst and not Armin. Her left hand rises to cover the lower half of her face, as if that might help anything, other arm crossing tight.]
You deserve better. That’s… that’s all I’m trying to say.
[Is it, though? Is it really? Aubrey is so very sick of feeling everything.]