'Noting you could give,' is what she almost replies with, but that's overdramatic and kind of petty. All in all she's... sort of okay. She thought that maybe dying and coming back would be more traumatic (not that it wasn't, but she'd woken up warm and safe and all in all it hadn't been nearly as bad as she thought it'd be). She also thought dying might curb suicidal inclinations or her obsession with it, but...
Well. She'd made Lee a promise once before to not die anytime soon (permanently, anyway, because she's not sure temporarily dying like this really counted) and it wasn't like she sought death out freely, but if she hadn't made that promise, where would she be headed now?
She's been staring at text for a good five minutes now, debating how to respond, running it over in her head. Neji had died. She'd seen that, experienced it, and there's a dull throb to her midsection that reminds her painfully of that.]
I don't know. [She'll be honest, for now. She looks at the books that she'd woken up to find in her kitchen, tapping her fingers against the cover of Ouse's journal.
I can see you as well.
You are fixated with death. You are afraid of being alone.
I shall embrace you.
Come to me.
Ugh. She drops her head back against the couch.]
Were you spirited away too? Lee mentioned you went missing.
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'Noting you could give,' is what she almost replies with, but that's overdramatic and kind of petty. All in all she's... sort of okay. She thought that maybe dying and coming back would be more traumatic (not that it wasn't, but she'd woken up warm and safe and all in all it hadn't been nearly as bad as she thought it'd be). She also thought dying might curb suicidal inclinations or her obsession with it, but...
Well. She'd made Lee a promise once before to not die anytime soon (permanently, anyway, because she's not sure temporarily dying like this really counted) and it wasn't like she sought death out freely, but if she hadn't made that promise, where would she be headed now?
She's been staring at text for a good five minutes now, debating how to respond, running it over in her head. Neji had died. She'd seen that, experienced it, and there's a dull throb to her midsection that reminds her painfully of that.]
I don't know. [She'll be honest, for now. She looks at the books that she'd woken up to find in her kitchen, tapping her fingers against the cover of Ouse's journal.
I can see you as well.
You are fixated with death.
You are afraid of being alone.
I shall embrace you.
Come to me.
Ugh. She drops her head back against the couch.]
Were you spirited away too? Lee mentioned you went missing.