[ In any other circumstance she would have protested more. Being herself - or rather, the version of herself that she wanted so desperately for everyone else to just take at face value so she could live a peaceful life - had been blown right out of the sky thanks to the war.
It's hard not to mourn the life she had. In fact, she had often and frequently in the early days but even she had grown tired of all of her pouting and complaining. That didn't mean that she had come to terms with it however. She hadn't. And now she had to come to terms with yet another loss.
Yes, in any other circumstance she would have continued protesting until she turned blue in the face. But instead, for a brief moment she can't help but feel seen by someone who hadn't spent years by her side putting up with her childish behaviour. Her eyes mist despite her best efforts to stop herself from crying again and she has to slip her sunglasses over her eyes as if that will somehow hide the fact. ]
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It's hard not to mourn the life she had. In fact, she had often and frequently in the early days but even she had grown tired of all of her pouting and complaining. That didn't mean that she had come to terms with it however. She hadn't. And now she had to come to terms with yet another loss.
Yes, in any other circumstance she would have continued protesting until she turned blue in the face. But instead, for a brief moment she can't help but feel seen by someone who hadn't spent years by her side putting up with her childish behaviour. Her eyes mist despite her best efforts to stop herself from crying again and she has to slip her sunglasses over her eyes as if that will somehow hide the fact. ]
...If you tell me no then do it nicely, okay?