[ If they were anywhere other than the station, the light would be brighter — here, that is not necessarily the case, and not merely because it has the darkness to compete with, but because she does not have access to her fullest potential. Without the full scope of chaos, she often feels as muddied as the light itself does, flickering as if threatened by the shadows even now. The fact that her focus is more divided than it is under any normal circumstance likely doesn't help matters, either.
Her first instinct, when he poses that question to her in turn, is to withdraw from him entirely, taking away the light along with it — but she holds fast, refusing to retreat. How often would she have more readily done so in the past, without thinking twice about it? ]
That would be ample reason to close yourself off from everyone and anything, then. [ She doesn't yank her hand free of his, gaze continuing to study his features in the dimming light. ] And yet here you stand.
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Her first instinct, when he poses that question to her in turn, is to withdraw from him entirely, taking away the light along with it — but she holds fast, refusing to retreat. How often would she have more readily done so in the past, without thinking twice about it? ]
That would be ample reason to close yourself off from everyone and anything, then. [ She doesn't yank her hand free of his, gaze continuing to study his features in the dimming light. ] And yet here you stand.