[She's not subtle about how she feels about this. Her face goes stony, eyes hard and under the table, her hands clench so tight that her knuckles turn white. Each time she's gone home, she returns to a point of personal failure. She's drunk, still. Kanaya barely knows how to handle her. She's unreliable, she's out of it.
She is not the Light player she's supposed to be. Now she knows that the failure continues. She doesn't speak for a long time. She's not sure what to say. She's angry at herself and her problems; they seem so old, now. Yesterday they had seemed irrelevant. But she's never going to stop paying for her mistakes. She's never going to stop making them.
She lets out a held breath.] Okay.
[Her head is reeling. She blinks, once and lets out another held breath. She can't find the words to respond. She can't find the right apology. She sits, staring and her throat feels dry.]
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She is not the Light player she's supposed to be. Now she knows that the failure continues. She doesn't speak for a long time. She's not sure what to say. She's angry at herself and her problems; they seem so old, now. Yesterday they had seemed irrelevant. But she's never going to stop paying for her mistakes. She's never going to stop making them.
She lets out a held breath.] Okay.
[Her head is reeling. She blinks, once and lets out another held breath. She can't find the words to respond. She can't find the right apology. She sits, staring and her throat feels dry.]