@wreyith said: ‘ i’m terrified down to my very roots that there are parts of myself that can never be filled ’
Terrified down to the roots... there was nothing she can say is that different between the two of them from what she realized in some ways. Abused, used, thrown around and expected to achieve things, allowed not once to rest without being observed and her sole day of rest was sooner turned to hellish thoughts as the walls themselves caved in on her as a child originally. Fairest Ophelia, wherefore art thou? As you drift to slumber down beneath the fathoms of this bottomless lake forever feeling as if it all shall crash upon your soul.
Her tired eye staring, almost in understanding as she forced herself to sit up from bed this time. The silence was hardly awkward and yet she found herself uncertain on how to speak at first until. “... have I ever told you that I was expected to live, breathe, and act on the words of those above me? Truth be told, I don’t even know if I know how to live, Asagami much less be my own person.” It almost sounded as if she were tearing herself apart, for being so honest and so blunt about her own loss of self. “I feel more as if I’m lost than I ever was before, I went from drifting in a coffin along puppet strings to being terrified of living of all things.”