Her vulnerability led to her perceiving harshness where he's only surprised and she flinched a little, though it was barely noticeable. She didn't exactly go advertising that she even had Veil problems to begin with. But, when she saw that it put him at ease, and when he admitted that things are blurry for him too … Her expression softened and she relaxed some. Even if he couldn't really get it, not completely anyway, it meant something that he was trying.
"But they're all necessities," she finished sternly, trying to effectively reassure him that he wasn't out of line to feel that overwhelming sense of loss, that he didn't need to have that grateful attitude that at least he didn't lose it all. Because he still lost.
"One of the knights … she told me I was lucky. Since I lost everything, I get a chance that nobody else does: I get to be whoever I want to be." There was a certain wryness to her tone. "I get that chance, and within a week, I wind up the girl who almost killed you." She shook her head decisively. "I don't feel lucky. I feel dangerous." She'd said something similar to Fred. That it makes her afraid of who she was, makes her feel like she can't get away from it.
She'd felt at peace at first, like that chapter of her life was closed and she could move forward, but her identity was locked away in that. And that was something she couldn't escape, and that someone was apparently a killer. Even if she was instinctively horrified by the idea, as Fred had pointed out.
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"But they're all necessities," she finished sternly, trying to effectively reassure him that he wasn't out of line to feel that overwhelming sense of loss, that he didn't need to have that grateful attitude that at least he didn't lose it all. Because he still lost.
"One of the knights … she told me I was lucky. Since I lost everything, I get a chance that nobody else does: I get to be whoever I want to be." There was a certain wryness to her tone. "I get that chance, and within a week, I wind up the girl who almost killed you." She shook her head decisively. "I don't feel lucky. I feel dangerous." She'd said something similar to Fred. That it makes her afraid of who she was, makes her feel like she can't get away from it.
She'd felt at peace at first, like that chapter of her life was closed and she could move forward, but her identity was locked away in that. And that was something she couldn't escape, and that someone was apparently a killer. Even if she was instinctively horrified by the idea, as Fred had pointed out.