[For the longest time-- she stares. Her eyes had been glued on the dream the entire time; horrified, but unable to turn away from it. Because it's not just a dream to her, no matter what her brother says. Her instincts tell her differently and maybe she's wrong, but she can't shake the feeling. Those people... the cloaks... the words... it all reminded her of the stories of her youth. Of the Abyss.
And when she remembered what happened before she came here...
Did... Oz have to kill someone? How... how could she support him? What could she do for him? It obviously weighed on him heavily, so she couldn't simply ignore it. She loved her brother no matter what happened. But how did she let him know that and support him? Could she? Was she strong enough? Could she help him?
When she finally got over her indecisiveness, she forced herself to respond. But her face gave away many of her emotions.]
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:06 am (UTC)And when she remembered what happened before she came here...
Did... Oz have to kill someone? How... how could she support him? What could she do for him? It obviously weighed on him heavily, so she couldn't simply ignore it. She loved her brother no matter what happened. But how did she let him know that and support him? Could she? Was she strong enough? Could she help him?
When she finally got over her indecisiveness, she forced herself to respond. But her face gave away many of her emotions.]