[That, at least, she can answer immediately. She doesn't like any of it, but she knows there was no avoiding it. She'd spent the entirety of last year learning there were things she had to accept, no matter how unfair or unfortunate they were.
Her brows knit together as she stays still, afraid to move closer to any of the mirrors lest they get sucked in again.] I'm... okay, [she repeats, more quietly, as if to reassure Ken that she really is someone he can count on.
The mirrors pulse, and she lets out a little noise of pain as her memories feel like they're straining against the inside of her skull, digging little knives into her brain. She grips her head in both her hands and takes several deep, shuddering breaths, trying not to cry.]
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[That, at least, she can answer immediately. She doesn't like any of it, but she knows there was no avoiding it. She'd spent the entirety of last year learning there were things she had to accept, no matter how unfair or unfortunate they were.
Her brows knit together as she stays still, afraid to move closer to any of the mirrors lest they get sucked in again.] I'm... okay, [she repeats, more quietly, as if to reassure Ken that she really is someone he can count on.
The mirrors pulse, and she lets out a little noise of pain as her memories feel like they're straining against the inside of her skull, digging little knives into her brain. She grips her head in both her hands and takes several deep, shuddering breaths, trying not to cry.]