[anna reels. first at kainé's words, then at her fist. anna never said any of that. she never said any of the things that her roommate is accusing her of, but the utter shock—betrayal? no, she feels like the one who betrayed someone here—at getting hit like that curls her body inward and staggers her backwards. she looks up and can't say anything with the wind knocked out of her like this, and her eye can't even focus on any of the other thoughts she has about kainé as reality comes crashing in.]
[it's a good thing she's already gasping for breath because it's the parts about rose that would draw it straight from her lungs. it's not right, is it? it isn't. it can't be right. it can't all be because of rose. but inside her she already knows it is, she knows that kainé has known the truth for too long. she knows that, outside of her own idiotic mind, the fantasy she's created for herself where this plan actually worked, there's so many different layers of reality that she can't comprehend. she can't even begin to understand it.]
[but that's all... below the surface right now. her breath is returning to her and her eye narrows, but despite what her every instinct is telling her, she holds herself back. she doesn't strike back even if she'd have every right to. do it, hisses a voice of judgment inside her that she forces herself to silence.]
Who the fuck said any of that? [she can't talk about the more serious things yet. she doesn't know the words to use and can't trust her instincts.] I didn't do any of this to fuck you! I'm not using you, I just give a shit about you!
[unfortunately, none of this is coming with an apology for what she'd literally just said. not yet, at least. and it's not going to come until her head is a little more clear.]
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[it's a good thing she's already gasping for breath because it's the parts about rose that would draw it straight from her lungs. it's not right, is it? it isn't. it can't be right. it can't all be because of rose. but inside her she already knows it is, she knows that kainé has known the truth for too long. she knows that, outside of her own idiotic mind, the fantasy she's created for herself where this plan actually worked, there's so many different layers of reality that she can't comprehend. she can't even begin to understand it.]
[but that's all... below the surface right now. her breath is returning to her and her eye narrows, but despite what her every instinct is telling her, she holds herself back. she doesn't strike back even if she'd have every right to. do it, hisses a voice of judgment inside her that she forces herself to silence.]
Who the fuck said any of that? [she can't talk about the more serious things yet. she doesn't know the words to use and can't trust her instincts.] I didn't do any of this to fuck you! I'm not using you, I just give a shit about you!
[unfortunately, none of this is coming with an apology for what she'd literally just said. not yet, at least. and it's not going to come until her head is a little more clear.]