[ her first instinct is to run after him and cling to him, but she stops herself firmly from doing so ( he doesn't remember her and even if he did, she's sure he still wouldn't take to it kindly so now to chance that would be insanity that could not be justified to have any possible gain.
—that, and she can see very clearly he's trying to avoid her.
any willpower she has to push this breaks apart and, for a moment, she wonders if she should simply linger behind to let him have his space as he desires ( she can't help, she can't do anything so why should she just make it all worse for nothing ). in the end, she can't, though. wiping at her tears with her sleeve, she takes a deep breath to try and regain herself before moving after him. the very least she can do is make sure if he gets further lost, he's not lost alone. and once he finds his way out, she'll have to accept that she can't do anything else but watch him go back to where he deems it most safe—where his shadow is the only one that walks besides him. ]
I'm sorry... I'm ...so sorry...
[ it's barely audible, a hand over her mouth and voice meek, but in the deafening silence after that mirror destruction, maybe he can hear it, after all. she's not sorry for him. she's sorry for seeing. for making him angry. for being there in the first place ( —but, since she can't change any of that, she'll do what she can only do as herself: not ignore it. he needs someone else to help him and she'll do whatever is in her power if that person is here to make it happen. ) ]
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—that, and she can see very clearly he's trying to avoid her.
any willpower she has to push this breaks apart and, for a moment, she wonders if she should simply linger behind to let him have his space as he desires ( she can't help, she can't do anything so why should she just make it all worse for nothing ). in the end, she can't, though. wiping at her tears with her sleeve, she takes a deep breath to try and regain herself before moving after him. the very least she can do is make sure if he gets further lost, he's not lost alone. and once he finds his way out, she'll have to accept that she can't do anything else but watch him go back to where he deems it most safe—where his shadow is the only one that walks besides him. ]
I'm sorry... I'm ...so sorry...
[ it's barely audible, a hand over her mouth and voice meek, but in the deafening silence after that mirror destruction, maybe he can hear it, after all. she's not sorry for him. she's sorry for seeing. for making him angry. for being there in the first place ( —but, since she can't change any of that, she'll do what she can only do as herself: not ignore it. he needs someone else to help him and she'll do whatever is in her power if that person is here to make it happen. ) ]