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Post by Reina Whitlam-Weiss on Sept 4, 2011 3:21:29 GMT -5
As the echoes of Ralin's outburst faded, Reina slowly crumpled, folding in on herself like a little parchment doll, nails digging into her palms, hair sweeping down to cover her suddenly milk-white face. Why had she said all of those things? She had no right. And now he was angry, angry at her, but it was his fault for not shutting up and leaving her alone in the first place, her fault for asking, his fault, her fault, whose fault? Part of her, the part of her that admired the horrible things she said, was baring her fangs in a grin. She hadn't just made him feel uncomfortable, she had opened up a very painful old wound. He'd never talk to her in the same way again, leave her alone, not say. Another. Word.
She swallowed it. That wasn't happiness twisting in her gut, it was guilt. He was angry at her. His friend's child? How could she know?
Now you ask, now you know.
But she could choose not to care. Go back to reading. Call an orderly to take her away.
But she wouldn't.
"... I'm sorry."
The wheelchair trundled backwards on its own, an arm's length away.
"... I guess there's a lot that we don't know about each other."
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Post by Ralin O'Faerlun on Sept 4, 2011 3:33:19 GMT -5
Ralin's hands relaxed slowly, leaving the crumpled blankets in a ruffled mess. Adrenaline laced his veins, making his wounds throb painfully. vShe was sorry? Ralin took a deep, slow breath to calm himself. She was certainly older than her age belied. She was sorry.
"I'm sorry too..." he said quietly into the silence, wishing he could get out of bed, bridge that gap between them and put a hand on her shoulder. They were both fighters, though their battles were different. And they were both sore on the subject too.
"You're right, we're kind of just strangers. I guess, well, y'kind of hit th' nail on the head. Sorry I snapped, it's not your fault. You just were unlucky t'be near me when it happened." Ralin hoped she wouldn't retreat inside her shell again because he desperately wanted someone to talk to, craved companionship.
"It's just been a tough time."
Ralin sighed again. "But you don't have it easy either lass, an' I respect you for fighting in yer own way too. I guess I can understand a wee bit of how you feel, at the moment." He leaned his head back against the pillows and half-smiled at her.
"I'm sorry, I should just let you get back t'yer book, but I do enjoy talkin' to people."
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