[ With a ghost of a smile, she observes good-naturedly, ]
I suppose it's not something you can do on purpose.
[ Not if the emotion behind it is meant to be real. Which is a powerful thought all on its own, but Naminé has to neglect it as she watches Roxas's reaction to her words. It's not hard to read the expression on his face, and her eyes linger a moment on his closed fist, her own features quietly mournful - although that's more because of his discomfort than her own. Though she shakes her head, she holds out little hope that he'll be discouraged from his anger. After all, if their positions were reversed, she'd be no small amount upset on his behalf. ]
It's over for now, [ she attempts to soothe along with that turn of her head, voice sedate. ] After everything that happened, I'm just grateful to be here with all of you instead.
[ And she'd prefer the situation to stay as such, even if she's always left wondering how long this respite will last, or whether she's really escaped that place for good. ]
But... thank you. [ That seems like it needs to be said; there's appreciation in her look up at him that's echoed in her voice. ] For caring what happens to me.
[ Because it'd be callous not to acknowledge that, no matter how unbelievable it still might feel to her when anyone else around her takes an interest in her well-being. There's proof enough in his reaction; even if they haven't spoken as much as she'd like, they're connected by the nature of their existences just the same. Of course they ought to look after each other, since that's the case.
Just like they ought to leave that other subject behind, she figures. A wan smile curls her mouth again, only halfway deliberate, and she says, ]
I do believe you. [ She believes in his honesty, anyhow. Her eyelids flutter in a couple of blinks before she admits, a touch hesitantly, ] It's just... so hard for me to imagine inside my head. How it would be to be able to go where I like, do what I like - to have friends without wondering if-- if I'll really be able to be one back to them.
[ She's managed some of that on a smaller scale here, but that's not quite the same. She's been stuck in cages all her life, truthfully; this is just one of the bigger, more pleasant ones. There are bars just the same, even if they're harder to see. ]
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I suppose it's not something you can do on purpose.
[ Not if the emotion behind it is meant to be real. Which is a powerful thought all on its own, but Naminé has to neglect it as she watches Roxas's reaction to her words. It's not hard to read the expression on his face, and her eyes linger a moment on his closed fist, her own features quietly mournful - although that's more because of his discomfort than her own. Though she shakes her head, she holds out little hope that he'll be discouraged from his anger. After all, if their positions were reversed, she'd be no small amount upset on his behalf. ]
It's over for now, [ she attempts to soothe along with that turn of her head, voice sedate. ] After everything that happened, I'm just grateful to be here with all of you instead.
[ And she'd prefer the situation to stay as such, even if she's always left wondering how long this respite will last, or whether she's really escaped that place for good. ]
But... thank you. [ That seems like it needs to be said; there's appreciation in her look up at him that's echoed in her voice. ] For caring what happens to me.
[ Because it'd be callous not to acknowledge that, no matter how unbelievable it still might feel to her when anyone else around her takes an interest in her well-being. There's proof enough in his reaction; even if they haven't spoken as much as she'd like, they're connected by the nature of their existences just the same. Of course they ought to look after each other, since that's the case.
Just like they ought to leave that other subject behind, she figures. A wan smile curls her mouth again, only halfway deliberate, and she says, ]
I do believe you. [ She believes in his honesty, anyhow. Her eyelids flutter in a couple of blinks before she admits, a touch hesitantly, ] It's just... so hard for me to imagine inside my head. How it would be to be able to go where I like, do what I like - to have friends without wondering if-- if I'll really be able to be one back to them.
[ She's managed some of that on a smaller scale here, but that's not quite the same. She's been stuck in cages all her life, truthfully; this is just one of the bigger, more pleasant ones. There are bars just the same, even if they're harder to see. ]