[ she knows how it must sound to him. it sounds insane even explaining it; if she hadn't lived through it she's not sure if she'd believe it herself. but the scars still mark her body, both from the hand's poison blades and her own sai. they ache now at the memory, at the fact that he doesn't share it with her. it's not that she would want him to suffer, but it hurts that he doesn't know any of it, that his most recent memory of is is her deserting him at his father's murder's mansion.
she thinks she'd even prefer the horror of his realization that he'd killed the boy sent to attack them to this. ]
I didn't want you to die. [ simple as that, but also: ] And they wanted to use me, too.
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she thinks she'd even prefer the horror of his realization that he'd killed the boy sent to attack them to this. ]
I didn't want you to die. [ simple as that, but also: ] And they wanted to use me, too.