[She only gawps at him, bewildered that he would even say such a thing. How she usually is? What is that supposed to mean? She is only the way that she is because of him, and only ever around him, so can he blame her!? He'll earn several daggers pointed at him as he makes for the door and heads inside the room, and Benedikta really does have half a mind now to make her escape.
...
Except when she does try to move, a new ache forms in her side that forces her to stop and lean against the wall, that single step more than enough to have her searching for air.
There's plenty of noise around the ship—footsteps above the deck, shouts, splashes outside, other people finding themselves in rooms and panicking as they run past her, but Benedikta pays all of it no mind. She can't... not with how there is no room to think of anything else but her own condition. It's so loud, but the silence around her has never been more deafening in the absence of Cid's company, or anyone's for that matter. Being alone with her thoughts... all the universe needed was that split second before all her doubts could start sinking their fangs into her again.
Her fears...
Fears of what all of this could mean. Why is she here? How did she get here? And why, of all the people who could have come to break down her door, was it the man she had thought of in what she believed to be her last moments? This must all just be a dream as Garuda uses her to destroy the world like she had asked, and Cidolfus was made manifest by those thoughts... And to have him helping her like this... To not have him preaching and singing his songs of saving the world to her, but to have him taking her by her hand and caring for her like he had back then...?
No.
This must all be a dream. A nightmare. Or hell.
But there is no way that this is real.
It's that thought that has her face twisting into a deep, thoughtful frown as she leans up against the wall, her hands shaking as they ball into fists at her sides, and tears lining the edges of her eyes again when he comes out.]
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[She only gawps at him, bewildered that he would even say such a thing. How she usually is? What is that supposed to mean? She is only the way that she is because of him, and only ever around him, so can he blame her!? He'll earn several daggers pointed at him as he makes for the door and heads inside the room, and Benedikta really does have half a mind now to make her escape.
...
Except when she does try to move, a new ache forms in her side that forces her to stop and lean against the wall, that single step more than enough to have her searching for air.
There's plenty of noise around the ship—footsteps above the deck, shouts, splashes outside, other people finding themselves in rooms and panicking as they run past her, but Benedikta pays all of it no mind. She can't... not with how there is no room to think of anything else but her own condition. It's so loud, but the silence around her has never been more deafening in the absence of Cid's company, or anyone's for that matter. Being alone with her thoughts... all the universe needed was that split second before all her doubts could start sinking their fangs into her again.
Her fears...
Fears of what all of this could mean. Why is she here? How did she get here? And why, of all the people who could have come to break down her door, was it the man she had thought of in what she believed to be her last moments? This must all just be a dream as Garuda uses her to destroy the world like she had asked, and Cidolfus was made manifest by those thoughts... And to have him helping her like this... To not have him preaching and singing his songs of saving the world to her, but to have him taking her by her hand and caring for her like he had back then...?
No.
This must all be a dream. A nightmare. Or hell.
But there is no way that this is real.
It's that thought that has her face twisting into a deep, thoughtful frown as she leans up against the wall, her hands shaking as they ball into fists at her sides, and tears lining the edges of her eyes again when he comes out.]