( it's not that she truly cared to be saved by him by any means—
after all, how could she trust him fully when he had been a part of such a destructive force to her life and her father? it was hard to shake off that pain and unease that came with being reminded of what the order did to her. yet there's a small part of her that knows he cares, even if it's for some calculating reason he's worked up in his head. maybe just maybe he cared for her just a bit more than that, beyond the reality of who and what she was.
would she ever know the answer? probably not. )
if someone killed me, I might go after them in turn.
otherwise I think I could. not that I want to die again.
( to her, the thought of sinking back into that old negativity wasn't a possibility- she had already sworn to be a better version of herself each and every day after all. but really who knew, when push came to shove. )
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after all, how could she trust him fully when he had been a part of such a destructive force to her life and her father? it was hard to shake off that pain and unease that came with being reminded of what the order did to her. yet there's a small part of her that knows he cares, even if it's for some calculating reason he's worked up in his head. maybe just maybe he cared for her just a bit more than that, beyond the reality of who and what she was.
would she ever know the answer? probably not. )
if someone killed me, I might go after them in turn.
otherwise I think I could. not that I want to die again.
( to her, the thought of sinking back into that old negativity wasn't a possibility- she had already sworn to be a better version of herself each and every day after all. but really who knew, when push came to shove. )