Wallace
No, she couldn't block him out. Or anyone. She frowned, but her spiny disappointment was silent -and yet so loud for him- a prickly burr lodged within the mess of her emotions. "You'd be amazed how many people, even those with the gift, simply aren't paying attention." It was only marginally reassuring, but she supposed that had been his intent and so she gave a half-hearted shrug of her shoulder. He would already know her thoughts anyway. It seemed she was very loud for him. Hmm..
Can I at least quiet it somehow? Wait, what? What a stupid question. She wasn't seriously worried she was hurting him just by thinking, right? Look at this guy, a damn hoard of wyverns probably couldn't touch him. And what the hell did she care anyway. Ah man, and he can hear every word of it, can't he?
She blushed furiously and ground her teeth, jerking her eyes away from him. She almost didn't hear him telling her how dumb it was to think she could keep her own secrets, especially one like this; this huge and dark thing that effected her actions and threw her in to various, sudden moods. Well, he hadn't said they were dumb but that was pretty much the gist of it.
Her eyes caught on his movement as he took a step closer, swinging back to him warily, but he only settled himself more comfortably. That was odd, though. Typically people couldn't be rid of her quick enough. Or maybe that was only before the forest and iron.
"Of course, if you did not want to keep secrets, I could simply remove them from you." An offer. A way out of this madness and pain and memories. Nightmares. Loneliness. Abandonment. Weakness. She withdrew into herself, pensive as she glanced away again and considered. He didn't have to make an offer, didn't have to do anything for her, but she shook that away before she could think deeper on it.
Instead she focused on all the things she would forget. Focused on who she was before and who she was now. There was so much bad, how could it hurt to have it removed as though it never happened? Would she be a weaker person for it? She damn-sure wouldn't be seen as weak, she'd had plenty of that and was sick of it. Sick of being treated like she might break at the slightest drop of a leaf. But also, what good did it do anyone to feel all this pain? Remember all these things and unintentionally shout them soundlessly to others.
Brown eyes returned to him again, fading into uncertainty that she'd rather hide. Like everything else. Is there something to learn from this? she asked him, barely above a whisper in a fragile voice that betrayed the strong person she struggled to be.
