I know I don't have to. But I want to. You- you're a very important friend to me, Stelle.
[The hand on the table curls into a fist, but uncurls a moment later. She hates this - hates not knowing the right words to say, like Kafka might have. Hates that the things weighing Stelle down aren't something she could punch or burn or chase off.
She hates feeling useless, when it comes to something that actually matters to her.]
... I understand, you know. How just seeing something can make it feel like your heart and lungs are being clawed out. Like your brain's shutting down and all you can see is static.
[...]
It's stupid, to be afraid of big bugs. But whenever I see something as simple as a beetle... it makes me think of Glamoth. Of all the death and destruction I saw. [Something in Firefly's voice cracks, just a little.] So I get it, I really do. And I don't want you to hurt yourself bottling it up.
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[The hand on the table curls into a fist, but uncurls a moment later. She hates this - hates not knowing the right words to say, like Kafka might have. Hates that the things weighing Stelle down aren't something she could punch or burn or chase off.
She hates feeling useless, when it comes to something that actually matters to her.]
... I understand, you know. How just seeing something can make it feel like your heart and lungs are being clawed out. Like your brain's shutting down and all you can see is static.
[...]
It's stupid, to be afraid of big bugs. But whenever I see something as simple as a beetle... it makes me think of Glamoth. Of all the death and destruction I saw. [Something in Firefly's voice cracks, just a little.] So I get it, I really do. And I don't want you to hurt yourself bottling it up.