[That was frustrating in that - it didn't answer her question, didn't tell her whether or not he actually remembered anything, and then followed it up with invasive poking and guess-taking. Because she somehow hadn't managed to make it clear, out in the middle of the forest past midnight, doing her best to work herself into a state where she couldn't resist sleep, that poking was unwelcome.
This, sadly enough, will result in a small explosion.]
That doesn't answer my question. And if you're going to be insulting [Everyone's upset at them, (why do you think I'm out here!), just calm down silly little girl, your emotions are getting in the way again - you're transparent, your pain is obvious and just like everyone else's - I can see right through you - you're seeing the wrong me.] you can just go enjoy the green open space somewhere else.
[She is really, really tired of people who are older than her thinking they have the right to question her, to make assumptions, simply because of their age. She's even more tired (due to her conversation with an extremely frustrating individual) of people assuming that they knew her, what she'd think about things, what her responses were going to be - when they didn't know each other that well. And she's exhausted. And worried. And scared. And grieving. Sorry, Wolfwood, but asking like you've got the right to know when she was out by herself in the middle of no where makes you a convenient target for her emotions. She did like you, though, the younger you - and even this you, though she's hardly spoken with you. And though she's snapped up straight and is meeting his gaze firmly, there's something vulnerable in the corners of her eyes that says - yeah, this is the one time someone might get her to talk about it.]
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This, sadly enough, will result in a small explosion.]
That doesn't answer my question. And if you're going to be insulting [Everyone's upset at them, (why do you think I'm out here!), just calm down silly little girl, your emotions are getting in the way again - you're transparent, your pain is obvious and just like everyone else's - I can see right through you - you're seeing the wrong me.] you can just go enjoy the green open space somewhere else.
[She is really, really tired of people who are older than her thinking they have the right to question her, to make assumptions, simply because of their age. She's even more tired (due to her conversation with an extremely frustrating individual) of people assuming that they knew her, what she'd think about things, what her responses were going to be - when they didn't know each other that well. And she's exhausted. And worried. And scared. And grieving. Sorry, Wolfwood, but asking like you've got the right to know when she was out by herself in the middle of no where makes you a convenient target for her emotions. She did like you, though, the younger you - and even this you, though she's hardly spoken with you. And though she's snapped up straight and is meeting his gaze firmly, there's something vulnerable in the corners of her eyes that says - yeah, this is the one time someone might get her to talk about it.]