With the silence broken, the onslaught of emotions seems to subside, fading into the same old background noise they usually are in a way that's so sudden and unnatural that Kate can't suppress the shudder that passes down her spine.
Things should not work that way.
"Don't think it matters," she offers by way of reply to his first comment, because all too much of that mess of feeling was simply that familiar that it's almost laughable. Like attracts like, maybe. Always finding people who are some amount of fucked up.
Or maybe Avalon needs them to be some amount of fucked up to come here in the first place. Who knows.
As for it being a bad idea? Probably. But they kind of knew that going in, didn't they? Otherwise neither of them would have tried to insist that they just wanted to observe.
The herbs keep burning, but she drops the connection, lets her hands sit loosely threaded together in her lap and inhales, trying to push away the odd awareness that the ringing of pain switched off like a light and clear her head.
"You're by yourself, then?"
The question is broached after minutes of silence, her words slow and carefully chosen. alone, perhaps, is a simpler way of putting it, but that word draws up the pangs of the emotional bond forged and gets lost of her tongue, replaced by something softer.
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Things should not work that way.
"Don't think it matters," she offers by way of reply to his first comment, because all too much of that mess of feeling was simply that familiar that it's almost laughable. Like attracts like, maybe. Always finding people who are some amount of fucked up.
Or maybe Avalon needs them to be some amount of fucked up to come here in the first place. Who knows.
As for it being a bad idea? Probably. But they kind of knew that going in, didn't they? Otherwise neither of them would have tried to insist that they just wanted to observe.
The herbs keep burning, but she drops the connection, lets her hands sit loosely threaded together in her lap and inhales, trying to push away the odd awareness that the ringing of pain switched off like a light and clear her head.
"You're by yourself, then?"
The question is broached after minutes of silence, her words slow and carefully chosen. alone, perhaps, is a simpler way of putting it, but that word draws up the pangs of the emotional bond forged and gets lost of her tongue, replaced by something softer.