[ Hmm.. It's getting harder to pretend like this is about her when he's clearly crafting a backstory that belongs to someone else. But it's almost interesting, seeing such tender care (physically, at least - verbally is a little less distinctly soft) displayed to her from someone like Gen. She watches his hand turn her own over, feels how rigid her wrist is and she wants to pull away in a panic but forces herself to stop. Breathe (through her mouth, since her nose is currently dripping snot).
His speech meant to instill faith and confidence (she thinks?) in her work semi well, Lottie is still crying by the time he's finishing but she's at least not outright sobbing. She doesn't think she's better than groveling on the dirt because she's so useless by herself in any world, but he sounds like he sort of means it. Just as much as when he declares her hand perfectly fine. She looks up at him, unsure of what to do or think at first, because while she technically isn't dead.. Is this all really fine? Is he fine? Maybe it is? Maybe it's okay to have some faith?
There's silence, and then a sound like glass breaking on the pavement. The only thing she feels is a weight being literally lifted from her shoulders, her arm suddenly lighter. Then, she looks down at the ground, sees a nail she remembers getting done on a finger that's splayed on the ground, chipped and broken for display. Drops of blood from her wrist, a simple nub with the frayed edges half skin, half porcelain, decorating some of the feather white pieces. She's shaking by the time she realizes what happened, and doesn't even force herself to look at her wrist - still hovering quite near Gen's hand - before she screams and crawls back. ]
No, no, no no!! No!!
[ Lottie hyperventilates, heaves and sobs with her whole body and screams even louder when she can only feel one hand grab at the dirt on the ground. ]
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His speech meant to instill faith and confidence (she thinks?) in her work semi well, Lottie is still crying by the time he's finishing but she's at least not outright sobbing. She doesn't think she's better than groveling on the dirt because she's so useless by herself in any world, but he sounds like he sort of means it. Just as much as when he declares her hand perfectly fine. She looks up at him, unsure of what to do or think at first, because while she technically isn't dead.. Is this all really fine? Is he fine? Maybe it is? Maybe it's okay to have some faith?
There's silence, and then a sound like glass breaking on the pavement. The only thing she feels is a weight being literally lifted from her shoulders, her arm suddenly lighter. Then, she looks down at the ground, sees a nail she remembers getting done on a finger that's splayed on the ground, chipped and broken for display. Drops of blood from her wrist, a simple nub with the frayed edges half skin, half porcelain, decorating some of the feather white pieces. She's shaking by the time she realizes what happened, and doesn't even force herself to look at her wrist - still hovering quite near Gen's hand - before she screams and crawls back. ]
No, no, no no!! No!!
[ Lottie hyperventilates, heaves and sobs with her whole body and screams even louder when she can only feel one hand grab at the dirt on the ground. ]
Please this can't be happening! No!