Feeling like a ghost

Cordelia

She knew his feelings were hurt. As soon as he looked at her she knew, but he needed to hear it. Still, there was backlash and she flinched as he closed himself off from her so quickly it was staggering. Delia doesn't let him get far. She surges forward, attempting to grasp at his wrist, "Tal, stop.. Please.. I'm not trying to upset you." And she wasn't. The pleading edge to her tone and the gathering moisture in her eyes was enough for that to be clear even without a bond to connect them. "But you haven't told me why you don't think he should be with her. All I know is what I see."

Cordelia swallows thickly, breath thick in her throat, "I see him happy and I know it's because of her. I know you're unhappy because of her too, but I don't know why. I want to help and I want to support you, Tal." She stops short, feeling the tears freeze on her lashes and cheeks. "You're like a brother to me and I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings by being honest. I don't want to hurt you." Delia didn't want to hurt anyone. Despite being a fierce hunter, the Shrike was an incredibly gentle soul, yearning for peace more than anything else. "But I don't think you're being fair, Tal... Not to Deimos or Evie or me or even yourself." She finishes softly, letting go of his wrist if he hadn't wrenched it away from her already.

Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place