( she/her. icon by ozonegrrrl )
“What did he teach you?”
“How to say goodbye.”
“It was only half a clip.”
⠀⠀<- ...don't live in a world where everything's come crashing down, like she does. They aren't used to humanity at its worst being humanity's default, like she is.
⠀⠀⠀For the most part, they're... just a normal teenager.
⠀⠀⠀One who doesn't really know what to reply with. ]
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jesus, stop apologizing.
[ it comes off a bit harsher than she means it to. she doesn't mean to look down on other survivors, but she —
⠀⠀<- ...that they're fine, even when it's clear that they aren't. Everyone around them has their own problems—Kris doesn't want to drag anyone else into theirs.
⠀⠀⠀Especially a stranger like this girl. ]
⠀...sorry.
⠀⠀[ Their gaze remains away from her as they make another quiet apology. ]
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jesus, stop apologizing.
[ it comes off a bit harsher than she means it to. she doesn't mean to look down on other survivors, but she —
⠀⠀<- ...their bangs...
⠀⠀...well, either way, now they feel like a bit of an ass. So they turn their gaze—and their head—away. With this comes, in their weak-as-ever voice, a brief apology. ]
⠀...sorry. I was just... thinkin' too much.
⠀⠀[ They're 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 thinking too much. And they hate it. ]
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cold metal in her hands, a sinking dread as she trembles in the back of that jewelry store, watching the man who'd saved —
⠀⠀[ To her, memory is something to cling to...
⠀⠀⠀...to Kris, memory is a curse.
⠀⠀⠀One that they will always bear—no matter how much they want to break it. ]
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cold metal in her hands, a sinking dread as she trembles in the back of that jewelry store, watching the man who'd saved —