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He seemed to understand her on some level. In a way, he reminded her of Athens, though her brother wasn't quite so gentle a soul. Athens was thoughtful, and she had the most in common with him out of all of her siblings, but Lestan's whole bearing was unlike anyone she'd met before. He seemed so genuine, so invested in a lost girl who didn't know literally anything about anything.
And he was right. About most of it, at least. She might have appreciated his humor more if she knew what a rogue was, and she definitely would have appreciated his overall point more if she knew what winter was.
You're right, but... there's a reason people aren't usually nice to me, She hesitated over the confession, but didn't think to avoid it. It was odd, how easy it was to spill her thoughts to this man she'd just met. Or maybe it wasn't so odd. She hadn't realized how desperate she was to talk to someone until she had the opportunity. Sometimes I...
She hadn't meant to give a demonstration, but calling it to mind was just too much to handle right now. The effect was immediate. Her eyes went distant, her expression slightly dazed, but she herself failed to realize what was happening for a moment. Sometimes I... She tried again to finish the thought. Dead end.
She couldn't. Not now. Something else. Think about something else.
She blinked, visibly struggling to focus. What — what is a rogue? And winter? Some part of her was aware that she was behaving strangely. It didn't make a difference. She couldn't stop.