[He's quiet, and Ava waits, silent and watching him. She feels the weight of it, that silent trial. On the good days it was people who in the end tried to treat her like she wasn't something abhorrent, but couldn't help the nicknames. The shudders, the horror in the eyes of people that looked at her; that was always worse.
So when she doesn't see judgement in his eyes, it's unexpected. She nods, watching him, like she's not quite sure what to make of it. And his words are almost a comfort. A reminder that what others see as a frailty is power, no matter what her feelings about it might be.
She nods, taking a breath as she tries to relax into it a little, but she is far from comfortable in her skin, likes the lie better.] You're right. It's just hard to see it like that.
[She cups her hands together, forming a ball of blue light between her fingers and lets it float between them.] I just need to get better. Claws aren't much good unless they're sharp.
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So when she doesn't see judgement in his eyes, it's unexpected. She nods, watching him, like she's not quite sure what to make of it. And his words are almost a comfort. A reminder that what others see as a frailty is power, no matter what her feelings about it might be.
She nods, taking a breath as she tries to relax into it a little, but she is far from comfortable in her skin, likes the lie better.] You're right. It's just hard to see it like that.
[She cups her hands together, forming a ball of blue light between her fingers and lets it float between them.] I just need to get better. Claws aren't much good unless they're sharp.