[It's weird for her, letting herself go like this. Lapsing into something... messy, and uncoordinated. This person, here, crying in the arms of a friend, isn't what the galaxy needs, she thinks. She's used to being larger than life, to being dangerous, to causing problems.
Maybe she's still doing that now, head bowed, as she forgets the world.
It takes her a few minutes to stop, but she still doesn't let go, trying to contain her shame with a sniffle.]
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Maybe she's still doing that now, head bowed, as she forgets the world.
It takes her a few minutes to stop, but she still doesn't let go, trying to contain her shame with a sniffle.]
Thanks. For letting me do... all that.