[ a lump of emotion lodges in her throat, wedged like a stone. don't take it personally, she had told drift — but he had been equipped to understand her wariness, to let it glide off of his metal like a trickle of water.
trust, alina has found, has become a fragmented thing for her — doled out in carefully packaged parts. broken, but ... maybe not irreparable, after all. ]
I know. [ does she know? there's always that doubtful seed embedded in her mind, that edge of distrust that wants to permeate all of her interactions, but — ] I'm not ...
[ she trails off, a struggling silence. ]
I'm not used to trusting people. It's taking some work.
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trust, alina has found, has become a fragmented thing for her — doled out in carefully packaged parts. broken, but ... maybe not irreparable, after all. ]
I know. [ does she know? there's always that doubtful seed embedded in her mind, that edge of distrust that wants to permeate all of her interactions, but — ] I'm not ...
[ she trails off, a struggling silence. ]
I'm not used to trusting people. It's taking some work.