[She feels a bit bad for making him uncomfortable, but it's the truth. Namine can't say that her feelings - or the shadows of them, as they may have been at the time - make much sense, but that seems to be the trick to them. No logic, all recklessness. Nothing ended the way that any of them had thought, really.]
I don't doubt it. [It's her turn to be uncomfortable, but she represses it into a somewhat blank tone.] I wish I'd had a problem with it, too. Enough to do something about it.
[Of course Namine hadn't enjoyed being treated that way, in one manner or another she had loathed every second, hated being trapped and manipulated and threatened and mot of all alone. But she waited too long to develop a backbone, any desire to want for more than what she was given.
And so no matter what anyone says or does, Namine will always view a portion of it as being her fault, too. No one is blameless.]
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I don't doubt it. [It's her turn to be uncomfortable, but she represses it into a somewhat blank tone.] I wish I'd had a problem with it, too. Enough to do something about it.
[Of course Namine hadn't enjoyed being treated that way, in one manner or another she had loathed every second, hated being trapped and manipulated and threatened and mot of all alone. But she waited too long to develop a backbone, any desire to want for more than what she was given.
And so no matter what anyone says or does, Namine will always view a portion of it as being her fault, too. No one is blameless.]