[ - do you believe in destiny? - yes, Cinder had uttered, loosing back the arrow that would - that had —
The memories are so close, so sharp and angry, Pyrrha almost feels like she's desperately gasping for air again. It takes her a moment to sort out reverie from reality; when her breath steadies once more, it's still a little painful. ]
Jaune.
[ She says his name, to ground herself. ] This is going to take time.
[ Not answering his question, because she can't, because memories are still vivid behind her closed eyelids, but letting him know that she can't confront everything all at once. There's a beseeching note to her words, an unsaid please, give me that time. ]
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The memories are so close, so sharp and angry, Pyrrha almost feels like she's desperately gasping for air again. It takes her a moment to sort out reverie from reality; when her breath steadies once more, it's still a little painful. ]
Jaune.
[ She says his name, to ground herself. ] This is going to take time.
[ Not answering his question, because she can't, because memories are still vivid behind her closed eyelids, but letting him know that she can't confront everything all at once. There's a beseeching note to her words, an unsaid please, give me that time. ]