[At his question, her shoulders sag in a deep sigh. It's not one that she's unprepared to answer (at least to Envy. MOST people, maybe not as much), but it still prods old wounds.]
[She lets go with one hand so that she can reach back and drag her chair over, reclaiming her seat.]
.... I wasn't able to until she'd already decided it wasn't important to keep me on her side anymore.
She'd hurt me plenty before that, but she'd always managed to coax me back into thinking that maybe if I was good, she'd love me.
... But then she realized that it would be much easier to drop the pretenses. That she was just going to take what she wanted instead of wheedle it out of me.
[She doesn't make eye contact as she says any of this. She's just staring at the edge of the table.]
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[At his question, her shoulders sag in a deep sigh. It's not one that she's unprepared to answer (at least to Envy. MOST people, maybe not as much), but it still prods old wounds.]
[She lets go with one hand so that she can reach back and drag her chair over, reclaiming her seat.]
.... I wasn't able to until she'd already decided it wasn't important to keep me on her side anymore.
She'd hurt me plenty before that, but she'd always managed to coax me back into thinking that maybe if I was good, she'd love me.
... But then she realized that it would be much easier to drop the pretenses. That she was just going to take what she wanted instead of wheedle it out of me.
[She doesn't make eye contact as she says any of this. She's just staring at the edge of the table.]