Her eyes narrowed and she let his voice roll through her, listened and tried to catch after sparks that could have been broken memories. He said Nibelheim and there was a taste in the back of her mouth, something like ice, cold and burning at the same time but it wasn't until he said 'mako' that anything shivered through her and it was - anger. Or hate. Something dark that didn't make sense. Something tied up and rolled together, confusing and - guilt. She felt guilt. The fingers of her free hand curved inward. Mako... but she didn't even know what that was, couldn't picture it in her mind, couldn't begin to put a form on it to know why the thought of it did that to her.
It was something. It wasn't much but it was more than she'd had before. Some kind of emotional response to a past she couldn't remember and she wasn't sure she was happy that her first reaction was such a dark, confused one. She'd always just assumed whoever she was now was who she'd always been but, if all her memories were that strong and bitter - she latched on to the next thing anyway, like a metal spike beaten into an endless wall, determined to pull herself further out, further along now that there was something there, even if she wasn't sure what it was.
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Her eyes narrowed and she let his voice roll through her, listened and tried to catch after sparks that could have been broken memories. He said Nibelheim and there was a taste in the back of her mouth, something like ice, cold and burning at the same time but it wasn't until he said 'mako' that anything shivered through her and it was - anger. Or hate. Something dark that didn't make sense. Something tied up and rolled together, confusing and - guilt. She felt guilt. The fingers of her free hand curved inward. Mako... but she didn't even know what that was, couldn't picture it in her mind, couldn't begin to put a form on it to know why the thought of it did that to her.
It was something. It wasn't much but it was more than she'd had before. Some kind of emotional response to a past she couldn't remember and she wasn't sure she was happy that her first reaction was such a dark, confused one. She'd always just assumed whoever she was now was who she'd always been but, if all her memories were that strong and bitter - she latched on to the next thing anyway, like a metal spike beaten into an endless wall, determined to pull herself further out, further along now that there was something there, even if she wasn't sure what it was.
"Why didn't we talk much? Weren't we friends?"