Flora
"Dad says you don't like her very much." Flora says with a little nod. "But...I don't know why that means you can't like me." She adds, not understanding the complexities of emotional baggage. To her mind, it was like if she was supposed to hate someone just on Enzo's say-so, and that wasn't very nice was it? Especially if they hadn't done anything to her?
Trying to stand tall and not look as terrified or small as she feels, Flora nibbles on the inside of her cheek as Ronin tries to explain. "But..." She begins to protest, feeling that there was something wrong with his argument but not knowing how to verbalize it. "Maybe if I was better...the scab wouldn't itch so much." She ventures, sounding unsure. Right or wrong, with the situation as it was there was almost nothing at all Ronin could say. Like a child of divorce who will always think it's their fault, so too does the girl believe the uncomfortable nature of her existence is something that is not only her fault, but something for her to fix as well.
"I don't feel so good." Flora lies, lowering her gaze. 'Maybe we can just drop our things off and go home?"
Trying to stand tall and not look as terrified or small as she feels, Flora nibbles on the inside of her cheek as Ronin tries to explain. "But..." She begins to protest, feeling that there was something wrong with his argument but not knowing how to verbalize it. "Maybe if I was better...the scab wouldn't itch so much." She ventures, sounding unsure. Right or wrong, with the situation as it was there was almost nothing at all Ronin could say. Like a child of divorce who will always think it's their fault, so too does the girl believe the uncomfortable nature of her existence is something that is not only her fault, but something for her to fix as well.
"I don't feel so good." Flora lies, lowering her gaze. 'Maybe we can just drop our things off and go home?"
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