"We never assume, but it's not a surprise anymore when it isn't.” Assuming was...dangerous. It was like having hope: not something she was overly fond of. Hope often led directly to disappointment and a myriad of other feelings she did her best to avoid. "Guess it's time for you to become a detective." She squinted and leaned towards him with a grin. "You might make a decent Sherlock. Only a few notches down!" It was...almost a compliment? Kinda. Really depended on what you thought of Sherlock Holmes and how you took the last part. Though at this point he probably could tell when she was just teasing to try to get a funny reaction.
She straightened herself up and attempted to give the best look of 'I'm not actually upset about this' that she could. It wasn't actually that impressive of a look much to her own chagrin. "I'm usually right in my assumptions." She wasn't hurt! Definitely not, nope, not at all. She didn't care at all what happened to him. At least that was what she was going to insist, both in her own head and to him should he actually bring it up. Though...she did avoid teasing him any further. Maybe there really was some sort of trust forming between them. A bond of some sort. Weird.
"What? Better off?" She narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to finish his sentence for him in the silence that fell between them. "They won't think that. They wont think they're fine either. Maybe they'll blame themselves. Or maybe they'll go on a quest for revenge for you. Either way, it won't end with them just being okay with it." Her tone was deadly serious and almost accusatory. It was the tone of someone who had both experienced the exact same thing and done the exact same thing to others. "I probably wouldn't have, but should anyone really take what I would do as an example of good choices?" It was a dark admission from her, one she wasn't entirely happy to be admitting but she knew there was truth in it.
"Wonderful," she threw her hands up and rolled her eyes in annoyance at that revelation. How wonderful. Of course it had to be be something like that...of course it did. It was always something stupid like that. "Fine." She folded her arms across her chest tightly again, betraying her irritation, and sighed. "I don't want to leave here." The whispers continued with her, obviously that wasn't enough for these little annoying ghosts. "Fine! Just shut up!" Her voice got more quiet. "I like it here. I have friends that don't...they don't have the same memories of me or expectations. I don't feel guilty every time one of you looks at me. I can almost have a normal life minus all," she moved a single hand around. "this. I...like that. I want to stay."
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She straightened herself up and attempted to give the best look of 'I'm not actually upset about this' that she could. It wasn't actually that impressive of a look much to her own chagrin. "I'm usually right in my assumptions." She wasn't hurt! Definitely not, nope, not at all. She didn't care at all what happened to him. At least that was what she was going to insist, both in her own head and to him should he actually bring it up. Though...she did avoid teasing him any further. Maybe there really was some sort of trust forming between them. A bond of some sort. Weird.
"What? Better off?" She narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to finish his sentence for him in the silence that fell between them. "They won't think that. They wont think they're fine either. Maybe they'll blame themselves. Or maybe they'll go on a quest for revenge for you. Either way, it won't end with them just being okay with it." Her tone was deadly serious and almost accusatory. It was the tone of someone who had both experienced the exact same thing and done the exact same thing to others. "I probably wouldn't have, but should anyone really take what I would do as an example of good choices?" It was a dark admission from her, one she wasn't entirely happy to be admitting but she knew there was truth in it.
"Wonderful," she threw her hands up and rolled her eyes in annoyance at that revelation. How wonderful. Of course it had to be be something like that...of course it did. It was always something stupid like that. "Fine." She folded her arms across her chest tightly again, betraying her irritation, and sighed. "I don't want to leave here." The whispers continued with her, obviously that wasn't enough for these little annoying ghosts. "Fine! Just shut up!" Her voice got more quiet. "I like it here. I have friends that don't...they don't have the same memories of me or expectations. I don't feel guilty every time one of you looks at me. I can almost have a normal life minus all," she moved a single hand around. "this. I...like that. I want to stay."