Bianca grits her teeth and takes hold tighter. Rey's grip is going to leave bruises, but if anything, that's a plus. Perhaps Bianca, small but strong, can leave some of her own in return.
She hisses in Rey's ear, and this time her voice is crisp and imperious.
"Stop that. Since when do you get to decide who should have died? Who are you to dismiss your own worth? To imply that I'm wasting my time and energy on a mistake?"
The manifestations of her other selves can no longer be seen, and yet they're palpably still present: in Bianca's own breath, in the grip of her hands and the way she holds her head.
"Shouldn't have is irrelevant. You're here. You are. You are loved."
Her words are not tender, and her fingers dig into Rey's flesh; but the tenderness is there. It's in the unspoken thought behind the admission she hadn't intended to make, in the way she tries to understand Rey's thoughts rather than override them.
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Date: 2017-03-20 06:22 pm (UTC)She hisses in Rey's ear, and this time her voice is crisp and imperious.
"Stop that. Since when do you get to decide who should have died? Who are you to dismiss your own worth? To imply that I'm wasting my time and energy on a mistake?"
The manifestations of her other selves can no longer be seen, and yet they're palpably still present: in Bianca's own breath, in the grip of her hands and the way she holds her head.
"Shouldn't have is irrelevant. You're here. You are. You are loved."
Her words are not tender, and her fingers dig into Rey's flesh; but the tenderness is there. It's in the unspoken thought behind the admission she hadn't intended to make, in the way she tries to understand Rey's thoughts rather than override them.
"Deal with it."