[ Vex scrutinizes him, silently, as his fingers move through her hair, freeing dark strands from the remnants of twigs and dirt. There is a conflict in his mind, she can see it on his face, in the way he speaks and yet doesn't at the same time. As though sparing her from the truth would protect her from some unseen force, or a unbearable hurt somewhere in the future.
It's frustrating. ]
You can talk to me, Vax. [ She picks at more threads. ] Please stop shutting me out.
[ A plea, quiet against him. She can't bear the thought he might shut her out, staying so far out of her reach. She blames herself for it, in part, for how hungry she had been at the prospect of treasure. If she had waited and helped Vax from the pit none of this would have happened. ]
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It's frustrating. ]
You can talk to me, Vax. [ She picks at more threads. ] Please stop shutting me out.
[ A plea, quiet against him. She can't bear the thought he might shut her out, staying so far out of her reach. She blames herself for it, in part, for how hungry she had been at the prospect of treasure. If she had waited and helped Vax from the pit none of this would have happened. ]