[His words and the way he says them make her silent for a while. She just bites at her lip and watches the way he works at her arm, focusing on the strange pressure she's feeling rather than talking.
But as the blue glow begins to fade and the pressure lessens up a little, she's left looking over at him in concern. She wonders what he must think of her for trying to make sense out of where he's from. If he's insulted, she should apologize.]
Sorry, I just -
[she hesitates, glancing away.]
I just think that something can be flawed and still be good.
[Because if she doesn't think that way, she'll lose hope that she's able to be considered a good person at the end of the day. She's so, so flawed and broken. She will always try to find reason and justify other flawed things and their right to exist.]
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But as the blue glow begins to fade and the pressure lessens up a little, she's left looking over at him in concern. She wonders what he must think of her for trying to make sense out of where he's from. If he's insulted, she should apologize.]
Sorry, I just -
[she hesitates, glancing away.]
I just think that something can be flawed and still be good.
[Because if she doesn't think that way, she'll lose hope that she's able to be considered a good person at the end of the day. She's so, so flawed and broken. She will always try to find reason and justify other flawed things and their right to exist.]