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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:09 am
Music had always been her crutch, as well. A skilled flutist, a capable singer. Music had been an escape that Sasha had cherished. And yet, even during her darkest hours as a captive of the horsemen, music had done nothing for her - there had been no escape from the constant illusion of torture.
"No," Sasha replied dully, pressing her lips together. What a fine, broken pair they made.
"I just. I can sort everything out on my own. I don't need therapy, I don't need.. I don't need anything else. I'm not broken. I don't need fixing - and I don't need you sitting here fumbling around like some useless little puppy or a ... helpless mother bird."
Her voice was whisper soft and razor sharp. Not cruel, but matter-of-fact.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:15 am
"I want to help you- you... you don't have to do this alone! You've just.... I mean I can't imagine what those... those creatures did to you- But... but we got you back.. we destroyed that Colosseum of theirs- regardless of what they said, we shook them."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:30 am
"How can you help me, Jerry?" There was no heat to the question, no bite to her words. "How can you help me when you can hardly help yourself?"
Pale blue eyes clashed with his softer brown ones.
"Look at you, Jerry. You're a mess - you stink, you haven't shaved, your clothes are filthy." She shook her head and closed her eyes, turning her face away as she leaned back on the pillow. Visions ignited against the back of her eyelids, causing her to immediately open her eyes.
"I can't deal with all of this right now. I just.. I can't. And I don't want to talk about what happened. Not now."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:34 am
He flinched back as though stung, his eyes watering before dropping down to the useless instrument on his lap.
"I love you," He mumbled weakly, unsure of what else to say. "I tried to.. to come after you sooner but... but i couldn't. It would have been suicide, but I was ready to try," he whispered.
She wanted to be alone. He was wary to let her out of his sight, but he had to acquiesce.
He eased himself out of his seat, hovering at her bed side before leaning in to gently kiss her temple.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:39 am
Sasha allowed the kiss, surprisingly enough - but she remained silent. Afraid to respond in kind. What if they were watching, or listening? They could get into her head, they could see how much he meant to her - and they could come after him.
It wasn't worth it. If something happened to Jerry because of her... she couldn't handle it.
"Take a shower. Get some sleep." She intended on doing so as soon as she could flag down a nurse to help.
"I'm sorry, Jerry." Her voice cracked. "I'm s-sorry."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:43 am
"You have nothing to be sorry for," His wobbly smile was back as he crouched to look up into her face, his hand sliding onto her's again so long as she would allow it. "If... if you need anything- anything you have my cell, alright? I w-won't be far." He had other friends he wanted to check in on too... but Sasha took priority. "T-time... time heals all wounds," He managed, squeezing her hand before she could pull it back again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:59 pm
"I know, Jerry."
She didn't clarify what she knew, exactly, but... the effort that it took to show any kind of emotion was staggering in and of itself.
Sasha just wanted to be left alone. To sort out the emotions that were clawing around in her skull before nothing was left to piece together.
She pulled her hand away and turned to rest on her side. Time heals all wounds, he'd said.
Sasha doubted there was enough time in her life to heal these wounds.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:35 pm
He drew in a deep breath, hovering at the end of her bed, gesturing with his ukulele as words didn't come. Finally he lowered it again, straightening a bit as he watched her, his voice careful and earnest. "I'll always be there to save you." Or die trying.
She needed time. He could give her that... she was alive, that was what mattered. When the shock passed, it would get easier.
Lips pursed, he nodded as though that was all he had to say, before turning to shuffle away once again.
He missed Killzone. He would have known what to do.
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