Right. Because that's the kind of thing I can just forget. [ She snaps back defensively, agitated in her movements as she straightens her jacket out with a few rough tugs. ] Take some fucking responsibility.
[ As if Poe had done something to her — by telling her he loved her and Rex. Or by calling her out on her own feelings. Feelings that she'd thought she was keeping well under wraps, never to see the light of day. It leaves her raw and frustrated, knowing he's right about her and wanting it to be less intensely true than it is. Yes, she feels something for them — but that's stupid and sentimental of her, and it only means that everything will hurt more later.
How can she say the words out loud when the only thing that gives her is a heart broken twice over when they're gone? ]
You don't know what you're asking for. [ Her hard stare turns on Rex, accusing. ] Neither of you knows what the fuck this is. [ It's cruel when she speaks, sharp like the knife she keeps in her boot — things she'll regret saying a second after the words are free, though maybe some part of her hopes her cruelty will lay this to rest forever. ] One of you would fall in love with just about anybody, and the other hasn't even alive long enough to be in love before. I've loved people longer than both of your lives combined. And I'm telling you that all you've fucking done is set us all up to be hurt.
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[ As if Poe had done something to her — by telling her he loved her and Rex. Or by calling her out on her own feelings. Feelings that she'd thought she was keeping well under wraps, never to see the light of day. It leaves her raw and frustrated, knowing he's right about her and wanting it to be less intensely true than it is. Yes, she feels something for them — but that's stupid and sentimental of her, and it only means that everything will hurt more later.
How can she say the words out loud when the only thing that gives her is a heart broken twice over when they're gone? ]
You don't know what you're asking for. [ Her hard stare turns on Rex, accusing. ] Neither of you knows what the fuck this is. [ It's cruel when she speaks, sharp like the knife she keeps in her boot — things she'll regret saying a second after the words are free, though maybe some part of her hopes her cruelty will lay this to rest forever. ] One of you would fall in love with just about anybody, and the other hasn't even alive long enough to be in love before. I've loved people longer than both of your lives combined. And I'm telling you that all you've fucking done is set us all up to be hurt.