[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

She immediately rolled her eyes, hiding all the other emotional pieces suddenly rumbling back into play. On those pretenses, he took another long swig from the bottle, this time not sputtering it up but using it to mask a world of shame and weakness, only glancing at him again when he offered the sentiments. “Wh-why on earth did you fight him?” Which became all the more crystal clear – strength, a calling out, an “accident”. “Yeah, I heard all that shit before.” She'd even tried to unravel her magic at him soon thereafter - but it hadn't been enough.

Her jaw set into a mulish expression again, returning to stare over the ocean, gazing along a horizon she’d seen over and over and over. “I think what I hate most,” she finally revealed, after sitting on it for a few seconds, twisting the glass in her hands. “Is that it was all over and done with like it was nothing. One little blip because he was so much stronger than me at the time.” She’d always been the domineering one; surviving, thriving, unrelenting – and while she’d returned to those vantage points, it’d only been because of Ronin, and her own surefire determination. “Because of one asshole’s mistake.”

She knew it was hypocritical – she and Ronin both, together, had once made the same error. But it hadn’t been committed purposefully on the person – the stranger had been invisible, wrong place, wrong time, as they were all trying to unleash dominion upon a monster. Sah had just been a fucking git. “Won’t happen again though,” she sniffed, adamant and certain and obstinate.