(Peters.) The inner voice is so gentle this time. (How often were you told not to ignore yourself? You're the one you have to live with every day. Remember that first night?)
Her head cocks to the side for a moment, birdlike. "...I suppose not, but...I do want to. Could you, maybe, start us off? See if we find the feeling?"
|Explain quickly, me.|
(In what world is the girl who loved her art too much to stop, but was too afraid to share it with others, having a good week when she shows up to get hit with the joy and shame of it at the same time?)
|We don't know that. We barely know Tear!|
(We know she spoke the same words we've spoken when we're lost and lonely)
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(Peters.) The inner voice is so gentle this time. (How often were you told not to ignore yourself? You're the one you have to live with every day. Remember that first night?)
Her head cocks to the side for a moment, birdlike. "...I suppose not, but...I do want to. Could you, maybe, start us off? See if we find the feeling?"
|Explain quickly, me.|
(In what world is the girl who loved her art too much to stop, but was too afraid to share it with others, having a good week when she shows up to get hit with the joy and shame of it at the same time?)
|We don't know that. We barely know Tear!|
(We know she spoke the same words we've spoken when we're lost and lonely)