[That distance that she tries so very hard to pull him back from again with a palm resting on his cheek.
She wants to ask him what wars he might have fought in, or if he fought under Barnabas's name and that was how he came to find him, but even that leaves a bitter taste at the back of her throat like bile. That he would go so far as to—no, she has to shake that off before her own thoughts spiral out of control and she goes into a rage.
She brings her focus back to him, her expression drooping a bit.]
I suppose when you've nothing left in one place, it eventually becomes easier to move on to the next...
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She wants to ask him what wars he might have fought in, or if he fought under Barnabas's name and that was how he came to find him, but even that leaves a bitter taste at the back of her throat like bile. That he would go so far as to—no, she has to shake that off before her own thoughts spiral out of control and she goes into a rage.
She brings her focus back to him, her expression drooping a bit.]
I suppose when you've nothing left in one place, it eventually becomes easier to move on to the next...
[She doesn't just mean him.]