A chorus of emotions scatter through her features at that: Surprise. Worry. Hope.
Grief. Wanting.
Either she doesn't understand, or she isn't quite daring to believe it. Why isn't he angry with her? Why isn't he being Pearl, lambasting her for her judgment, or Sparks, deriding her for hypocrisy in attacking when she's so afraid of the consequences? What she's done . . . potentially she's endangered musicians in Virgo, placed herself at risk with the labels, perhaps even made the Virgo head aware of the rescuers. She's ravaged, she's laid waste . . .
And more than that, very possibly she would do it again.
She's not safe.
Why is he just standing there, looking back at her, looking like he's been afraid?
The wanting, the hope increase -- a high, thin note that could so easily snap.
Don't tell me to go . . .
Please don't tell me to go.
The rattle of the chains chatters in the depths like laughter.
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Grief. Wanting.
Either she doesn't understand, or she isn't quite daring to believe it. Why isn't he angry with her? Why isn't he being Pearl, lambasting her for her judgment, or Sparks, deriding her for hypocrisy in attacking when she's so afraid of the consequences? What she's done . . . potentially she's endangered musicians in Virgo, placed herself at risk with the labels, perhaps even made the Virgo head aware of the rescuers. She's ravaged, she's laid waste . . .
And more than that, very possibly she would do it again.
She's not safe.
Why is he just standing there, looking back at her, looking like he's been afraid?
The wanting, the hope increase -- a high, thin note that could so easily snap.
Don't tell me to go . . .
Please don't tell me to go.
The rattle of the chains chatters in the depths like laughter.