Safrin tried to smile, but that only made her sheen of tears deepen. It took a few long moments for her to compose herself that she might speak, and when she did, her voice nonetheless crackled with sorrow and love.
[say]"There are certain things in this world that must be. A child of mine was...necessary, in some sense. It had nothing to do with Aoife."[/say] Rather than wiping her tears away or continuing to curl inwards, Safrin let herself slip from the ledge to stand on her own. If he wanted answers, he would have them, and she'd not hide from what she'd done or how.
[say]"But it didn't have to be you, Ronin. If there is anything for me to apologize for...it's picking you, despite that. Because yes, I knew it would hurt."[/say] She admitted. Despite the softness of her voice, the way her cheeks bloomed with coral roses, Safrin met his gaze as evenly as she could.
[say]"It shouldn't have happened the way it did...without your full understanding. But in all the possible ways in which you might have replied had I asked you...in too many of those worlds you said no, and I..."[/say] Taking a step forward with the poise of a dancer, her feet silent on the stone, she looked as if she might hold out a hand towards him, before falling still again. [say]"..it had to be you, Ronin. So I made sure it was."[/say]
There simply was no sympathetic way of telling someone that you'd grown so attached to them, that you'd take away their ability to do anything but comply with your need. No retelling that might make Safrin out to be anything other than a controlling manipulator. [say]'I am not a mortal, Ronin. I do not...love, the way you do. Do not face consequences the way you do, and sometimes I ... I forget.."[/say]
[say]"There are certain things in this world that must be. A child of mine was...necessary, in some sense. It had nothing to do with Aoife."[/say] Rather than wiping her tears away or continuing to curl inwards, Safrin let herself slip from the ledge to stand on her own. If he wanted answers, he would have them, and she'd not hide from what she'd done or how.
[say]"But it didn't have to be you, Ronin. If there is anything for me to apologize for...it's picking you, despite that. Because yes, I knew it would hurt."[/say] She admitted. Despite the softness of her voice, the way her cheeks bloomed with coral roses, Safrin met his gaze as evenly as she could.
[say]"It shouldn't have happened the way it did...without your full understanding. But in all the possible ways in which you might have replied had I asked you...in too many of those worlds you said no, and I..."[/say] Taking a step forward with the poise of a dancer, her feet silent on the stone, she looked as if she might hold out a hand towards him, before falling still again. [say]"..it had to be you, Ronin. So I made sure it was."[/say]
There simply was no sympathetic way of telling someone that you'd grown so attached to them, that you'd take away their ability to do anything but comply with your need. No retelling that might make Safrin out to be anything other than a controlling manipulator. [say]'I am not a mortal, Ronin. I do not...love, the way you do. Do not face consequences the way you do, and sometimes I ... I forget.."[/say]
