[It was that conviction that made her go silent. Of all the things she's been told throughout the years "it's not your fault" was never one of them. She often thought about why she of all people had been able to survive this long. Why did so many people have to die? More importantly... Why did people feel the need to fight each other when there were plenty of other threats to worry about?
Nothing came to mind for a response. She was too busy trying her best not to cry. To break down in front of some invisible stranger. To bottle up her emotions as she'd always done because her feelings weren't important enough to worry about. Being hugged and comforted like this made that a lot harder.]
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Nothing came to mind for a response. She was too busy trying her best not to cry. To break down in front of some invisible stranger. To bottle up her emotions as she'd always done because her feelings weren't important enough to worry about. Being hugged and comforted like this made that a lot harder.]