[The last protests of logic, even if this place was making it perfectly clear to her that logic had nothing to do with goings on, far as she was concerned.]
An' ye certainly never left-
[The gaze she'd pulled upwards to look him in the eye when she protested jerked away too quickly, fingers tightening on the water bottle in her hands with a loud crinkle. The last thing she'd wanted, (any woman wanted, really), was the reminder if being left behind before even being allowed to confess feelings out loud- where they'd be irrevocably real instead of painfully obvious glances and looks.
She didn't want to remember anything that had happened since she'd opened her mouth and asked Joker to leave Father behind. If she could at least forget the weakness, and hate herself a bit less-]
no subject
[The last protests of logic, even if this place was making it perfectly clear to her that logic had nothing to do with goings on, far as she was concerned.]
An' ye certainly never left-
[The gaze she'd pulled upwards to look him in the eye when she protested jerked away too quickly, fingers tightening on the water bottle in her hands with a loud crinkle. The last thing she'd wanted, (any woman wanted, really), was the reminder if being left behind before even being allowed to confess feelings out loud- where they'd be irrevocably real instead of painfully obvious glances and looks.
She didn't want to remember anything that had happened since she'd opened her mouth and asked Joker to leave Father behind. If she could at least forget the weakness, and hate herself a bit less-]
... Not like that.