[He's right. And despite her request for him to look her in the eye, she wrenches away her gaze when she's called useless. He's right and it stings. How is she supposed to be able to get stronger when no one will give her a sword? But.... she clenches her fists tighter. It's not like she needs a sword in a truly desperate time, right?
.... her head hurts. She's tired. She doesn't need this right now - or maybe she does? - and she wants to cry.
Instead she faces him head on. Eye to eye. Face to face. She won't run away.]
.... I didn't mean to get in your way. [As close to an apology as she's getting - she didn't want him to get hurt. She's not going to apologize for that. She won't even touch the notion of getting herself killed.]
I'm weak and I know it.
With the time I've been given, I plan to change that.
[For... whatever small difference it makes, even if it just means not getting in the way.]
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.... her head hurts. She's tired. She doesn't need this right now - or maybe she does? - and she wants to cry.
Instead she faces him head on. Eye to eye. Face to face. She won't run away.]
.... I didn't mean to get in your way. [As close to an apology as she's getting - she didn't want him to get hurt. She's not going to apologize for that. She won't even touch the notion of getting herself killed.]
I'm weak and I know it.
With the time I've been given, I plan to change that.
[For... whatever small difference it makes, even if it just means not getting in the way.]