[ Cream and sugar for Alexandrie, given the origin of this particular coffee. She sets down her fork to hold the cup in her hands as Bastien does, wanting the warmth even though her hands are not cold, and looks over at Byerly. ]
I am sorry for how often I have let fear turn me into an animal; that all I have ever done when I am hurt or frightened is lash out cruelly or run. That I ask for things I shall never deserve, [ her gaze flicks over to Bastien, and then down into the cup, ] and that I am jealous of you for deserving them.
I wish I were disgusted, but I am only... I do not know yet.
[ She thumbs along the simple pattern on the cup's side. ]
What does it say of me, do you think, that my most present worries have never been for the world? Should I not be more concerned with this god and the Veil, or Corypheus and whatever the Gates were that caused us to lose this war?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2021-02-15 12:55 am (UTC)I am sorry for how often I have let fear turn me into an animal; that all I have ever done when I am hurt or frightened is lash out cruelly or run. That I ask for things I shall never deserve, [ her gaze flicks over to Bastien, and then down into the cup, ] and that I am jealous of you for deserving them.
I wish I were disgusted, but I am only... I do not know yet.
[ She thumbs along the simple pattern on the cup's side. ]
What does it say of me, do you think, that my most present worries have never been for the world? Should I not be more concerned with this god and the Veil, or Corypheus and whatever the Gates were that caused us to lose this war?