DELPHINE
Pull me from the dirt,
No, you don't want me in your garden.
No, you don't want me in your garden.
Dandelion, dandelion.
Delphine stared at him, furrowing her brow as he broke down what she had done. It was pretty stupid, yes. When he called her selfish, she averted her gaze from him and shoved her hands into her furs. She didn't like being selfish, and she didn't like not realizing how selfish she was until somebody else told her.
She didn't think she was always this selfish. Instead of trying to come up with some rationalization, because really, once she stopped and thought about it--after it was pointed out--she could see how selfish it was. Delphine realized Noah would've kept looking, if she got lost, and suffer through more grief if she died out here, in this wasteland.
Following after him in silence, for a long while, the only sound is the crunch of her footsteps through the snow. Then she spoke up, quiet, clearly hearing Korbin call her selfish when he has to be nearly as selfish, has hit home. "I don't mean to be, you know."
She didn't think she was always this selfish. Instead of trying to come up with some rationalization, because really, once she stopped and thought about it--after it was pointed out--she could see how selfish it was. Delphine realized Noah would've kept looking, if she got lost, and suffer through more grief if she died out here, in this wasteland.
Following after him in silence, for a long while, the only sound is the crunch of her footsteps through the snow. Then she spoke up, quiet, clearly hearing Korbin call her selfish when he has to be nearly as selfish, has hit home. "I don't mean to be, you know."
