"That's— that's different. The whole world was never at stake before, and— oh, what am I saying, my parents fell in love while knowing about Salem, I just—" Her dream self mercifully still has her cloak on, so she pulls the hood down over her face as she makes dramatic frustrated noises. During this little display, she also flips head-over-heel, still floating. "It was... easier. To tell myself that. I think. For like, a year, I thought she was dead and then when I found out she wasn't I didn't know what to do about it so I just— told myself I didn't have the time."
She sighs and peeks out from under the hood, again. Her face is still pink. "I'm sorry. That you've lost someone too, I mean. It's... it's not that I want to let her go, to forget, but I hate that it's only now I can even— even acknowledge it. And I still can't! Not— not most of the time. It hurts too much. This place uses her against me enough as it is..."
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"That's— that's different. The whole world was never at stake before, and— oh, what am I saying, my parents fell in love while knowing about Salem, I just—" Her dream self mercifully still has her cloak on, so she pulls the hood down over her face as she makes dramatic frustrated noises. During this little display, she also flips head-over-heel, still floating. "It was... easier. To tell myself that. I think. For like, a year, I thought she was dead and then when I found out she wasn't I didn't know what to do about it so I just— told myself I didn't have the time."
She sighs and peeks out from under the hood, again. Her face is still pink. "I'm sorry. That you've lost someone too, I mean. It's... it's not that I want to let her go, to forget, but I hate that it's only now I can even— even acknowledge it. And I still can't! Not— not most of the time. It hurts too much. This place uses her against me enough as it is..."