bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet She sat there, silent, as he berated her, eyes focused on the floor somewhere just beyond the table. Inside she hid away, safely enrobed in Frey's warmth, basking in the glory of their imagined presence. It was so easy to pretend she was worthy of their ardor and comfort and attention, when they were the only one in all of Caido who had never wavered in their support of her, never expecting more or less of her than exactly what she was at any given moment. "You're right. You are the better person." she said quietly, conceding because she had no energy to carry on. She had no desire to contiue to defend herself when she knew she was not worth defending. "I don't expect anything from you. I don't expect anything from anyone anymore. I am worthless compared to others you know. My worth stopped the second Lusea stepped foot into Caido and I should stop hoping it will return." she said hardly above a whisper, voice monotonous. "Life has made clear I do not even deserve happiness. I will get better at stopping myself from seeking it." she said, still looking anywhere but at him.