[ Otome isn't a mind-reader. All she can really rely on is her own observations and her sense of empathy. The things that allow her to be a good doctor but also just a good friend.
This is slightly easier to understand, when she's also exhausted. Otome, however, is absolutely the type of person who will keep going until she collapses from it. It's a bad habit.
For now, she's quiet. And then, softly. ]
You'll get to see them soon. I promise, I'm going to make sure everyone can get home-- or to wherever they want to go. You'll have quite a few stories to tell them, you know.
[ Seeing them had hurt Beau, she knows that. And she thinks that having to run from them had hurt her even worse. She'd said it, after all. That she couldn't leave them behind. ]
[she nods a little, and then shifts, wrapping her arms around otome's waist. it's unfair, to not take her fair share of the support. she has to be there for people, or what good is she - she should be trying harder to make otome rest, to balance this out, but she's just ache-y and upset. doesn't have the energy, the drive, or the motivation to do anything but stew in her own thoughts, her negativity.
a pause.]
I've tried... really hard. My whole life. [she says, a little fragmented.] To not be what someone else wanted me to be. I made my own decisions, and I made myself into something on my own merit.
Feels like all of that has been taken from me, here.
[ Otome closes her eyes briefly, before she gently tugs Beau a little closer to wrap her arms around her in return. ]
It's beyond frustrating, what this place has done. That it takes-- what makes us unique, what keeps us going, our memories and our relationships and personalities and tries to force us into a role.
I've been trying to just... push through it, since the first week I was asked to act. But I'm...
[ What is the right word here... ]
... I want to destroy this story with every fiber of my being for what it did to you. What it did to everyone. I honestly want to tear it apart and feed it to the demons.
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This is slightly easier to understand, when she's also exhausted. Otome, however, is absolutely the type of person who will keep going until she collapses from it. It's a bad habit.
For now, she's quiet. And then, softly. ]
You'll get to see them soon. I promise, I'm going to make sure everyone can get home-- or to wherever they want to go. You'll have quite a few stories to tell them, you know.
[ Seeing them had hurt Beau, she knows that. And she thinks that having to run from them had hurt her even worse. She'd said it, after all. That she couldn't leave them behind. ]
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a pause.]
I've tried... really hard. My whole life. [she says, a little fragmented.] To not be what someone else wanted me to be. I made my own decisions, and I made myself into something on my own merit.
Feels like all of that has been taken from me, here.
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It's beyond frustrating, what this place has done. That it takes-- what makes us unique, what keeps us going, our memories and our relationships and personalities and tries to force us into a role.
I've been trying to just... push through it, since the first week I was asked to act. But I'm...
[ What is the right word here... ]
... I want to destroy this story with every fiber of my being for what it did to you. What it did to everyone. I honestly want to tear it apart and feed it to the demons.