No, it's alright. It's... It's not an easy thing to answer.
(there's a sigh of defeat. it's true, she doesn't fault seraphine to not know the answer to that question. but it's a question jinx wishes someone could reply to already, so she can move on with things. but maybe the whole point is for her to figure it out on her own. to choose a path on this fork road she's been on for who knows how long. all the same though, she is exhausted from trying to figure this out. her mind is completely at shambles and all she wants to do now is to isolate in peace, regroup, and hopefully recover?
the theater is her safe space, but it's only a matter of time until ekko or someone who will waltz in to get her to speak about her ~feelings~ when she is in no mood. or perhaps isolating is the wrong thing to do, too. again, she is so at a loss with everything now. everything use to make sense but lately? it's like up is down, down is up, sideways is a circle, and blue is the square root of nine.)
Y'know, I thought I — uh, I mean. You would think you've improved some, at least. You haven't waved your gun around every second someone pisses you off. Or go on a killin' spree so... that should count for somethin', right? I dunno. Maybe to some it's not enough.
(and jinx does something that's probably unexpected to the songstress and that's to rest her head on her shoulder. it's most likely high inappropriate, but her circle is getting smaller and smaller these days. and the tinier they are, the less shoulders for her to lean on.)
You... really to try to be nice and friendly. But it's hard to put a smile on when someone says stuff that'll upset ya. ... Doesn't help when — (...) — when somethin' happened to you and now you got this side-effect where you're... angry. A lot. And you can't control it a lotta times.
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(there's a sigh of defeat. it's true, she doesn't fault seraphine to not know the answer to that question. but it's a question jinx wishes someone could reply to already, so she can move on with things. but maybe the whole point is for her to figure it out on her own. to choose a path on this fork road she's been on for who knows how long. all the same though, she is exhausted from trying to figure this out. her mind is completely at shambles and all she wants to do now is to isolate in peace, regroup, and hopefully recover?
the theater is her safe space, but it's only a matter of time until ekko or someone who will waltz in to get her to speak about her ~feelings~ when she is in no mood. or perhaps isolating is the wrong thing to do, too. again, she is so at a loss with everything now. everything use to make sense but lately? it's like up is down, down is up, sideways is a circle, and blue is the square root of nine.)
Y'know, I thought I — uh, I mean. You would think you've improved some, at least. You haven't waved your gun around every second someone pisses you off. Or go on a killin' spree so... that should count for somethin', right? I dunno. Maybe to some it's not enough.
(and jinx does something that's probably unexpected to the songstress and that's to rest her head on her shoulder. it's most likely high inappropriate, but her circle is getting smaller and smaller these days. and the tinier they are, the less shoulders for her to lean on.)
You... really to try to be nice and friendly. But it's hard to put a smile on when someone says stuff that'll upset ya. ... Doesn't help when — (...) — when somethin' happened to you and now you got this side-effect where you're... angry. A lot. And you can't control it a lotta times.