[She could have handled that better, said that better, done any number of things to avoid the heavy pit of guilt blooming in her chest -- or maybe not. she's never had the delicate touch of yoo sangah, or even that forthright honesty of yoo joonghyuk. all she's ever had is her own stubbornness and her persistent anger, eternally bullheaded. she's left too much unsaid from the start, so is it any surprise that it's gotten to this point?
...she could do it. she could say it. she could let every feeling spill out from her without having to be threatened by the point of joonghyuk's blade, she could do it now without thinking of dokja's feelings on the subject, she could trample ahead without caring about what he wants.
"He said he didn't want to be saved."
and yet they had tried that anyway.]
Am I a kid or something? You don't have to make excuses to me. [she'd rather Dokja got angry, or tell her that he never wanted to talk to her again.
anything besides this. she keeps it all contained, even though it's too late. even though she's given him enough reason to blame himself.]
no subject
...she could do it. she could say it. she could let every feeling spill out from her without having to be threatened by the point of joonghyuk's blade, she could do it now without thinking of dokja's feelings on the subject, she could trample ahead without caring about what he wants.
"He said he didn't want to be saved."
and yet they had tried that anyway.]
Am I a kid or something? You don't have to make excuses to me. [she'd rather Dokja got angry, or tell her that he never wanted to talk to her again.
anything besides this. she keeps it all contained, even though it's too late. even though she's given him enough reason to blame himself.]
Do whatever you want.