PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
Phoebe shrugged a bit at his question. ”It isn’t about whether she wants to hear it. I am sure she doesn’t. But she definitely needs to.” she said, staring down at her trembling hands. ”A lot of what I said was very different from what I did when I was blighted. What I did was just…utter madness.” she said. Wide brown eyes glanced back up at him, frowning a bit. ”But things I said were usually based in some truth or memory I had, just twisted to be more hurtful than I intended it to be. And that was when I was fully controlled by it. Jata isn’t nearly that sick yet…so I am more tempted to believe that what he said was more truthful.” she explained. Sure, Jata had the blight, but he was at the moody stage, not he vile, monstrous stage. She didn’t think the two were terribly comparable, and that blaming his words on the blight was too far. Tone maybe, but not the words.
