He can't even look at her. That was fine, she was finding it difficult to look at him, too, though for an entirely different reason. Her gaze felt heavy - hell, her whole body felt heavy. And cold and numb and ... this was all just a horrible dream, right? A joke. She was going to wake up and - and it would be morning and she'd be /home/ and her father would be ...
"Hlk." She chokes back a noise, tears building up but not wanting to fall yet. Not with a barricade of anger building in her chest because she wants to yell, and scream and just /shake/ him. He might have had good intentions in mind but that didn't excuse what he did. The lies, letting her believe something that... that could never happen.
"You..." Her heart isn't in it, but she does swing a fist at his face, "You -ASS-!" it's choked out in a desperate, broken wail. Whether or not it connects, she drops her hands slightly to grab hold of his vest in both hands to shake him for emphasis- no matter how angry she was, how upset, she was still mindful of the scarf(tm).
"You wanted to spare me?" She demanded, "I... you let me believe he was alive - he was fine!" Shake Shake. "You let me..." One month before they even got out of the First's spell.
He waited.
He waited for seven years for them to come back. For her to come back.
He took care of her rent for seven years. Never knowing if she would be back, never knowing if she was alive. Never knowing if she would ever see him again.
And now she never would. The rest of her composure rapidly shattering under the weight of it all, even her grip was weakening, sliding away on Natsu's vest. "...let me believe I would see him."
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"Hlk." She chokes back a noise, tears building up but not wanting to fall yet. Not with a barricade of anger building in her chest because she wants to yell, and scream and just /shake/ him. He might have had good intentions in mind but that didn't excuse what he did. The lies, letting her believe something that... that could never happen.
"You..." Her heart isn't in it, but she does swing a fist at his face, "You -ASS-!" it's choked out in a desperate, broken wail. Whether or not it connects, she drops her hands slightly to grab hold of his vest in both hands to shake him for emphasis- no matter how angry she was, how upset, she was still mindful of the scarf(tm).
"You wanted to spare me?" She demanded, "I... you let me believe he was alive - he was fine!" Shake Shake. "You let me..." One month before they even got out of the First's spell.
He waited.
He waited for seven years for them to come back. For her to come back.
He took care of her rent for seven years. Never knowing if she would be back, never knowing if she was alive. Never knowing if she would ever see him again.
And now she never would. The rest of her composure rapidly shattering under the weight of it all, even her grip was weakening, sliding away on Natsu's vest. "...let me believe I would see him."