[She almost asks for him to define that, nose wrinkling slightly with a bit of confusion. But then it makes sense once he thinks about what he says next.
It's unsettling to be sure, but if she lets it get to her, she goes from 'can do, fuck you' to 'can't do it, i'm fucked'. That's just not her at all.
Not in any way, shape or form.]
And I left my eyesight behind. That's wonderful.
[She fully expects it to come back whenever this shit works itself out.
She settles on a chair with his help, trying to get herself to relax.]
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[She almost asks for him to define that, nose wrinkling slightly with a bit of confusion. But then it makes sense once he thinks about what he says next.
It's unsettling to be sure, but if she lets it get to her, she goes from 'can do, fuck you' to 'can't do it, i'm fucked'. That's just not her at all.
Not in any way, shape or form.]
And I left my eyesight behind. That's wonderful.
[She fully expects it to come back whenever this shit works itself out.
She settles on a chair with his help, trying to get herself to relax.]
Any idea how this happened?