whatever lets you cope

RexannA but darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. His overly dramatic tone caused a laugh to break out of her original stern face. Her eyes found him again and she playfully rolled them as if exasperated by the response. But he recovered, while he added in a dramatic response. She snorted at it before he surveyed the barrier with her, her arms crossing her chest as she too gazed back at the invisible boundary. Then Alistair began to speak again, and she continued to keep her gaze on it until the end when she shook her head and looked to him. She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t asked, that she didn’t even know of it before talking to Frey, but she couldn’t. He spoke of his home, and what it was like with barriers too and she breathed quietly though her nose as she contemplated it. She, too, had lived in a world with barriers and boundaries, places she should be and places she shouldn’t be. All of them were never up for debate, and she sighed quietly at the memory, hating the feeling it brought back to her. It reminded her of when Frey had her see all her faults, and she tried to shake her head to rid her of those thoughts as she looked back to Alistair with an apologetic look that met her eyes, though he couldn’t see it from behind the mask. Instead, she listened to the whirring and hissing of the gears. “I know what it’s like to be bound, too.” She finally said, that purring rumble of her tone distorted by the mask though she didn’t seem to notice. She moved closer to Alistair then, slipping her arm around his own and leaning into him. “I wouldn’t try using this to jump outside of it though, I’d rather like to see your handsome face more often.” She said, turning to him with a grin that also couldn’t be seen. Her head angled slightly as if to ask how it worked, to see what it felt like to shift and teleport to a different location – what it might feel like to the body to disappear and reappear in a split second. because everybody's so busy trying to save themselves.

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