[ It's uttered weakly in the face of his assurances and she exhales heavily, burying her face a little harder against his shirt. She does feel terrible for it, knowing she could have simply turned it off, not watched it, anything other than watching what was a very terrible and awful memory from home. But she's said it, offered the apology. She's still going to be glum over it all, eyes falling shut with a little groan of sadness as he gently squeezes her and nestles against her.
There's a pause at that, her eyes opening again. Henry wanting him to go see a doctor. Not just the mention of her, someone even Luna admittedly misses in her own small way, but she remembers the conversation she'd had with Ange a little while ago. Peter... going to see someone, if it were possible. ]
... do you ever think you would? Go to a doctor? Perhaps to talk about things? [ She leaves it open for him. In truth, Luna doesn't really know if he'd ever want to. It's hard, with everything. ]
'The sky has lost a star'. [ She utters it softly, sadly. Maybe she's already told him that before, she doesn't remember. ] My dad used to say that when a child died. ... I think I understand why. Where there's supposed to be light, there's only darkness now, and we get lost in the dark.
[ It... would have been too easy for the hands directing Paimon, wouldn't it? Peter was lost in the dark, his parents too. It leaves Luna with a cold feeling in her stomach. ]
I thought he was a curse, like someone had cursed you. [ Her brow furrows slightly as she recalls their first meeting. It had been so strange. ] Something... wild, and powerful. Maybe it was the classroom, maybe he was lost too.
[ No one to guide him, no hands to direct him. Maybe it was easier to lean back on the things he'd done before Peter ended up in Deerington. There's a long silence from her as she mulls it over before she speaks up once more. ]
Is it why you so upset when you first saw me? [ When John had gone to fetch her, brought her round to his place; her face bruised and swollen — death hadn't fixed those injuries. Even through the haze of exhaustion and illness, she remembered how he'd cried out when he'd saw her. ]
Because he'd broken your nose too? He'd done the same to me?
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[ It's uttered weakly in the face of his assurances and she exhales heavily, burying her face a little harder against his shirt. She does feel terrible for it, knowing she could have simply turned it off, not watched it, anything other than watching what was a very terrible and awful memory from home. But she's said it, offered the apology. She's still going to be glum over it all, eyes falling shut with a little groan of sadness as he gently squeezes her and nestles against her.
There's a pause at that, her eyes opening again. Henry wanting him to go see a doctor. Not just the mention of her, someone even Luna admittedly misses in her own small way, but she remembers the conversation she'd had with Ange a little while ago. Peter... going to see someone, if it were possible. ]
... do you ever think you would? Go to a doctor? Perhaps to talk about things? [ She leaves it open for him. In truth, Luna doesn't really know if he'd ever want to. It's hard, with everything. ]
'The sky has lost a star'. [ She utters it softly, sadly. Maybe she's already told him that before, she doesn't remember. ] My dad used to say that when a child died. ... I think I understand why. Where there's supposed to be light, there's only darkness now, and we get lost in the dark.
[ It... would have been too easy for the hands directing Paimon, wouldn't it? Peter was lost in the dark, his parents too. It leaves Luna with a cold feeling in her stomach. ]
I thought he was a curse, like someone had cursed you. [ Her brow furrows slightly as she recalls their first meeting. It had been so strange. ] Something... wild, and powerful. Maybe it was the classroom, maybe he was lost too.
[ No one to guide him, no hands to direct him. Maybe it was easier to lean back on the things he'd done before Peter ended up in Deerington. There's a long silence from her as she mulls it over before she speaks up once more. ]
Is it why you so upset when you first saw me? [ When John had gone to fetch her, brought her round to his place; her face bruised and swollen — death hadn't fixed those injuries. Even through the haze of exhaustion and illness, she remembered how he'd cried out when he'd saw her. ]
Because he'd broken your nose too? He'd done the same to me?