[ There's a horrifying moment where she realizes that she's practically useless, can't run anywhere, and Gen's so far gone he thinks she needs a splint. All she has to do is remind herself that even if he's completely delusional, he's still helping her. If he wanted to kill her (which, he doesn't, but Lottie can't help but think of hypotheticals), he would've done it by now. It's not his fault he's just, scaring the absolute shit out of her in the process!
She wets her dry lips with her tongue, staring hard down at the ground and letting her long hair hide her face so she can cry as silently as she can as she convinces herself of this. And then, when she's had her fill, she relents. ]
A-alright. Yeah, let's do that! [ His hand gently wraps around her good wrist and she tries to focus on how young he sounds. Less sharp and a little more openly raw, less guarded, than the Gen she usually knows. Lottie tries to stand and ends up forcing herself on her knees, the furthest she can go with her legs being more weight than she can stand. As a result, she ends up tugging Gen back down ever so slightly when she moves to sit ] I-I think I hurt my foot, too! I can't β I can't lift it.
[ It's not a lie, but it's not necessarily the truth either. The pain and genuinely hurt in her voice is real, though, along with the desperate plea for him to make it better laced in her tone. ]
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She wets her dry lips with her tongue, staring hard down at the ground and letting her long hair hide her face so she can cry as silently as she can as she convinces herself of this. And then, when she's had her fill, she relents. ]
A-alright. Yeah, let's do that! [ His hand gently wraps around her good wrist and she tries to focus on how young he sounds. Less sharp and a little more openly raw, less guarded, than the Gen she usually knows. Lottie tries to stand and ends up forcing herself on her knees, the furthest she can go with her legs being more weight than she can stand. As a result, she ends up tugging Gen back down ever so slightly when she moves to sit ] I-I think I hurt my foot, too! I can't β I can't lift it.
[ It's not a lie, but it's not necessarily the truth either. The pain and genuinely hurt in her voice is real, though, along with the desperate plea for him to make it better laced in her tone. ]
Please, can you help me?