[She wishes he'd stop talking, that he'd heed her words and leave. She may not be composed enough to stop herself from crying, but she has enough composition to keep her breath from hitching at his admittance of caring for her.
It hurts because she wants it to be true. It hurts because she cares...cared deeply for him. She wants to believe it so badly, and were this mere vargas ago she'd have accepted this wholeheartedly, say the same in return.
That she did indeed love him, and even in hearing and knowing of his true nature, his true past, she still does. But he is a monster, she wants to say as much, and his being in her personal space has her tensing, and then when she feels his thumb brush gently against her cheek--
Her eyes snap open and she's working through raw emotion now, reaching up to grab his hand hard, wrenching it away from her face and twisting it in almost an attempt to pop his arm from its socket. There are so many things she wants to do, that she knows she doesn't have the full strength to do, physically because of how her abilities have been tainted, or emotionally because of how he's tainted her into feeling this way.]
Do not touch me.
[But she stares him down, tears still falling, but there is hurt and there is anger shining clear.]
You are no better than Zarkon.
[Her grip on his hand is tight, vice-like, before finally letting go.]
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It hurts because she wants it to be true. It hurts because she cares...cared deeply for him. She wants to believe it so badly, and were this mere vargas ago she'd have accepted this wholeheartedly, say the same in return.
That she did indeed love him, and even in hearing and knowing of his true nature, his true past, she still does. But he is a monster, she wants to say as much, and his being in her personal space has her tensing, and then when she feels his thumb brush gently against her cheek--
Her eyes snap open and she's working through raw emotion now, reaching up to grab his hand hard, wrenching it away from her face and twisting it in almost an attempt to pop his arm from its socket. There are so many things she wants to do, that she knows she doesn't have the full strength to do, physically because of how her abilities have been tainted, or emotionally because of how he's tainted her into feeling this way.]
Do not touch me.
[But she stares him down, tears still falling, but there is hurt and there is anger shining clear.]
You are no better than Zarkon.
[Her grip on his hand is tight, vice-like, before finally letting go.]
Get out.