Of all the possible reactions, she's just happy that he didn't flinch in response and just accidentally blow her head up. She fans her face, trying to make the offending moisture go away. Ezera sighs and shakes her head.
"I'm crying because I feel sad. And angry. And frustrated. About the things that were done to you. That you had to do. It's not exactly part of a normal upbringing." Ezera really can't get over the matter of choice or lack thereof. She stops from droning on. It's not going to help. She already knows that this isn't quite registering the way someone would expect. So, she sniffles one last time and if it's not confusing enough, she manages a small smile, kinda like how parents do when they're putting on a brave face before they tell you that your cat was jipped out of 8 of its 9 lives when it fell out the 4th story window.
"I'm okay, Matt. Let's keep walking." Well, she looked ok, but she was kinda depressed by all this.
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"I'm crying because I feel sad. And angry. And frustrated. About the things that were done to you. That you had to do. It's not exactly part of a normal upbringing." Ezera really can't get over the matter of choice or lack thereof. She stops from droning on. It's not going to help. She already knows that this isn't quite registering the way someone would expect. So, she sniffles one last time and if it's not confusing enough, she manages a small smile, kinda like how parents do when they're putting on a brave face before they tell you that your cat was jipped out of 8 of its 9 lives when it fell out the 4th story window.
"I'm okay, Matt. Let's keep walking." Well, she looked ok, but she was kinda depressed by all this.