Broken Boulder she's got silver bullets on her tongue

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he bared his explanation, stripped away the hate and poison he'd spat last and simply told her. their reasons were not the same; that tiny hope at someone understanding, someone acting for the same reasons she had, blinked out. "oh."  an exhalation of breath, so small and quiet next to what he'd told her. Alarian cared for him; then, it was no emotionless act. 

her own words followed, careful and featherlight, as if fearing she was saying too much. she probably was, but she could not stop the words once they wormed their way up her throat.  "I did it because I wanted to feel something other than grief and guilt. wanted to feel something new, wanted to give in and not think. he didn't mean anything. it wasn't supposed to." she lapsed into silence, hoping for some sign she wasn't a sinner, all the while drawing her own conclusions from what he'd told her.