[ Perhaps there was a ridiculousness in it. Between that fragrance, the nostalgia and that aggravating sensation of helplessness, she's not equipped for it. Not emotionally or practically.
... Or was refusing her own gift yet another mistake? Shoving away the responsibility of having such a reminder. No, she should be reminded, of all she had lost, with this ... mockery? Was that conclusion of this gift wrong too? She stares, at the flowers, barely hears the way Pyra now speaks of them. She would not accept--?
Lighten up, she tells herself, in Lup's voice. It's not the end of the world. She's been the end of worlds. When she speaks again her voice is soft, as she struggles to deal with this. With Pyra tugging her closer, now. ]
They... do not bite. Though I could not tell you very much else about them. They were... native to Altea. I do not -
[ There it was. She'd caught it in herself before she could utter the words, that inability to trust herself to care for them. She hadn't trusted herself to know how to care for her own cat when there were others around, but Lup had showed her the way, then. This was wrong. Her habits... she'd let herself get dragged back to that dark place again. An ongoing internal battle. So why were they here, and why these flowers? ]
... I do not know how to care for them, but the responsibility is mine. Yet I would... still share some of them with you. Perhaps... together we can learn more.
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... Or was refusing her own gift yet another mistake? Shoving away the responsibility of having such a reminder. No, she should be reminded, of all she had lost, with this ... mockery? Was that conclusion of this gift wrong too? She stares, at the flowers, barely hears the way Pyra now speaks of them. She would not accept--?
Lighten up, she tells herself, in Lup's voice. It's not the end of the world. She's been the end of worlds. When she speaks again her voice is soft, as she struggles to deal with this. With Pyra tugging her closer, now. ]
They... do not bite. Though I could not tell you very much else about them. They were... native to Altea. I do not -
[ There it was. She'd caught it in herself before she could utter the words, that inability to trust herself to care for them. She hadn't trusted herself to know how to care for her own cat when there were others around, but Lup had showed her the way, then. This was wrong. Her habits... she'd let herself get dragged back to that dark place again. An ongoing internal battle. So why were they here, and why these flowers? ]
... I do not know how to care for them, but the responsibility is mine. Yet I would... still share some of them with you. Perhaps... together we can learn more.