Or... to protect her feelings, for the brother she knew before?
[ soft, quiet, and far too understanding. they don't sound like selfish motivations when she says them, but isn't it selfish, to wish to preserve something you like about someone else, when they don't agree? ]
Ah, [ she says, a white crescent of a smile between her lips, and she nods once, wry. ] We're too much the same, I think. And a little mirrored.
[ she takes the final drink from her mug, and the tea is cold when it goes down. a shiver emerges from the depths of her, and when she sets the cup down, it sounds like an anchor on sand. ]
I have an older brother. I haven't mentioned him, either... but maybe you could guess something like that. ... I haven't seen him in three years.
Give or take a few months. [it's not like I'm counting, says the roll of her shoulders, but the wrinkle in her brow as she speaks has kept tally of the days. ]
When we were younger, he was always taking care of me. Protecting me, looking out for me... I depended on him for everything, in the end. But things changed, and he wasn't there to protect me anymore. A lot's happened to me, since then... even before coming here. I know I'm not the same person I used to be, but... it's hard, you know, to imagine him as anyone but the person who left. Who he was before he left, I mean. And he must think the same way of me, too. But the way things are now...
If I had the choice, if I could see him again... I don't know. I miss him, every day, but at the same time, I want to protect him, too. I want him to be happy, and free to follow his own dreams.
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Or... to protect her feelings, for the brother she knew before?
[ soft, quiet, and far too understanding. they don't sound like selfish motivations when she says them, but isn't it selfish, to wish to preserve something you like about someone else, when they don't agree? ]
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from all of that and more; from trouble and danger and people who should never have been born — to let her enjoy the sunlight, worry-free. )
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[ she takes the final drink from her mug, and the tea is cold when it goes down. a shiver emerges from the depths of her, and when she sets the cup down, it sounds like an anchor on sand. ]
I have an older brother. I haven't mentioned him, either... but maybe you could guess something like that. ... I haven't seen him in three years.
Give or take a few months. [ it's not like I'm counting, says the roll of her shoulders, but the wrinkle in her brow as she speaks has kept tally of the days. ]
When we were younger, he was always taking care of me. Protecting me, looking out for me... I depended on him for everything, in the end. But things changed, and he wasn't there to protect me anymore. A lot's happened to me, since then... even before coming here. I know I'm not the same person I used to be, but... it's hard, you know, to imagine him as anyone but the person who left. Who he was before he left, I mean. And he must think the same way of me, too. But the way things are now...
If I had the choice, if I could see him again... I don't know. I miss him, every day, but at the same time, I want to protect him, too. I want him to be happy, and free to follow his own dreams.
... Well. Maybe it's not the same.