It's going to be all right. After all, you are not alone.
[ but he knows better than to bring monts to someone like owen, so-- ]
If you don't understand something, you'll have to look more into it, hm? [ if she were here, he would've tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear in reassurance. ] Rather than viewing your lack of pain as a weakness, you can turn the tables and make it your strength. Such as the way you bravely touched my heart, for example.
It may be daunting, that's true. But it only means that you're still human deep inside.
[ and the fact that shylock rarely if ever processes fear means that he is not. ]
That voice, her own voice that has been dormant, tethered to the recesses of her mind due to Hell's power whispers faintly. It hasn't been loud since the blood rain, thankfully. Looking at Shylock's words was simultaneously comforting and brought up that resentment that would never completely dry out.]
I'm trying. I must have gotten better at it if you say it's so.
[She's not sure what else to say because there's only so much over text that can be conveyed.]
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She steels herself up before typing.]
I don't know how it is here for me.
Maybe it's different.
But I can't feel pain.
And I can't die.
So I don't understand it at all
but i do know I'm scared
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It's going to be all right. After all, you are not alone.
[ but he knows better than to bring monts to someone like owen, so-- ]
If you don't understand something, you'll have to look more into it, hm? [ if she were here, he would've tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear in reassurance. ] Rather than viewing your lack of pain as a weakness, you can turn the tables and make it your strength. Such as the way you bravely touched my heart, for example.
It may be daunting, that's true. But it only means that you're still human deep inside.
[ and the fact that shylock rarely if ever processes fear means that he is not. ]
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Can that be true?
How can you be so sure wizard?"
That voice, her own voice that has been dormant, tethered to the recesses of her mind due to Hell's power whispers faintly. It hasn't been loud since the blood rain, thankfully. Looking at Shylock's words was simultaneously comforting and brought up that resentment that would never completely dry out.]
I'm trying.
I must have gotten better at it if you say it's so.
[She's not sure what else to say because there's only so much over text that can be conveyed.]
See you at Hemlock some other evening?
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[ and that's the end of that.
it really is hard to convey feelings through text. ]