[She's okay to some degree - holding it together. But she's also wrung out and just worn in so many different directions. Pierce. Charlotte. Luficer. The last moments she remembers, which she's desperately trying not to dwell on even if it keeps crawling out of its box to scream in her face.
And now this Genessia place out of way, way left field. Extreme. Left.
All she wants to do is ask if he's okay and after a few more moments, she pulls back to do that only to stare up at his face again. There's a wobbly bit of herself somewhere that's spinning and reeling but despite that, her hands find his cheeks. Her throat closes a few times but eventually, something comes out.]
I think.
[She swallows hard as her throat goes dry and tight.]
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And now this Genessia place out of way, way left field. Extreme. Left.
All she wants to do is ask if he's okay and after a few more moments, she pulls back to do that only to stare up at his face again. There's a wobbly bit of herself somewhere that's spinning and reeling but despite that, her hands find his cheeks. Her throat closes a few times but eventually, something comes out.]
I think.
[She swallows hard as her throat goes dry and tight.]
I needed you to be here.