[ in the back of her mind she thinks she should probably feel sorry for punching him and knocking him down, and she probably will.. later. not now, when her emotions are running high, when she is only able to react to her pain with customary anger. ]
I am happy to see you!
[ she shouts.. angrily, not sounding happy at all, but in truth her relief is palpable, washing over her like an icy wave, her heart pounding in her throat. ]
I thought -- I thought..
[ that she would be alone here, always, with the memory of him in her mind, that he would be one more grievous loss, one more reason to isolate herself, to try, and fail, to not grow close to others. her heart feels so much, too much, and the agony of grief keens in her sensitive soul so deeply that she fears even to love, for the pain it might bring. but she had loved him still, she had allowed him in, listened to his promises, and when she arrived home again, for good, alone, she had known her instincts were right.
but now he is here, and her heart is nigh bursting. crumpling to her knees in the sand, alisaie sobs, pea wriggling forward to lick the tears from her cheeks, and through her wracking sobs still she derides him.. ]
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I am happy to see you!
[ she shouts.. angrily, not sounding happy at all, but in truth her relief is palpable, washing over her like an icy wave, her heart pounding in her throat. ]
I thought -- I thought..
[ that she would be alone here, always, with the memory of him in her mind, that he would be one more grievous loss, one more reason to isolate herself, to try, and fail, to not grow close to others. her heart feels so much, too much, and the agony of grief keens in her sensitive soul so deeply that she fears even to love, for the pain it might bring. but she had loved him still, she had allowed him in, listened to his promises, and when she arrived home again, for good, alone, she had known her instincts were right.
but now he is here, and her heart is nigh bursting. crumpling to her knees in the sand, alisaie sobs, pea wriggling forward to lick the tears from her cheeks, and through her wracking sobs still she derides him.. ]
You son of a -
[ insert eorzean expletive here ]