[Even though he says that, Belladonna's heart aches. She doesn't know, doesn't know. How can anyone imagine how to come out of something like this? Half of her wants to thank him, desperate not to feel so hopelessly alone and drowning, and the other half jolts in fear, wanting him to stay away--far away.
Nobody should be here. This is her mess to sit and rot in. Whimpering unintelligibly through her tears, she slides to the floor, her legs starting to feel weak. He's such a nice boy.]
I'm so scared. Please, please don't think I'm a monster.
[The words burst out of him more harshly than intended. He doesn't want to scare her even more, but hearing her say something like that scares him. Immediately, he tries to sand the edges of his reassurance.]
I could never think of you as a monster. You're my Bella-babe. Nothing else. I promise.
[The word comes out plaintively, like she's trying to reassure him, not that she's in any position to do such a thing. It's nothing more than reflex, really, a reaction to such an adamant tone. Who is she, if not the kind of woman who will tear herself down to appease everyone around her? And that he could call her his in any capacity, she can't help wondering how she could possibly deserve such a thing.
Belladonna is certain she was born only to be cast away.]
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Nobody should be here. This is her mess to sit and rot in. Whimpering unintelligibly through her tears, she slides to the floor, her legs starting to feel weak. He's such a nice boy.]
I'm so scared. Please, please don't think I'm a monster.
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[The words burst out of him more harshly than intended. He doesn't want to scare her even more, but hearing her say something like that scares him. Immediately, he tries to sand the edges of his reassurance.]
I could never think of you as a monster. You're my Bella-babe. Nothing else. I promise.
I'm almost there, okay? Almost!
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[The word comes out plaintively, like she's trying to reassure him, not that she's in any position to do such a thing. It's nothing more than reflex, really, a reaction to such an adamant tone. Who is she, if not the kind of woman who will tear herself down to appease everyone around her? And that he could call her his in any capacity, she can't help wondering how she could possibly deserve such a thing.
Belladonna is certain she was born only to be cast away.]
I'm, I'm sorry. Thank you so much.