( An intake of breath, like she's about to start talking.
You know how there's always those dark things in your head you don't wanna think about? Like the fear that's ready to start simmering, even if the circumstances ain't making sense for it?
Getting fear shoved in your face seems like a dumbass thing to complain about to someone who just woke up from being a corpse. )
Nah. Just tired.
( She does look to Max, finally. It isn't lost on her that she should warn her about Wanda, about Wanda leaving her feeling like she'd had a hook wriggling about in her mind and fishing out her nightmares, and in the same moment it feels like it'd be unfair to Wanda. And that's annoying because, honestly, fuck Wanda. ) Come on, you've had a rough week. You don't gotta look after me.
[Max waits, quiet, watching Sarissa seem to struggle with whether she wants to talk about this or not. She could push it, or try to twist it out of Sarissa some other way, but honestly, she doesn't have the energy for that kind of manipulation right now. Instead she just gives Sarissa's arm a light squeeze, before moving back out of her personal space.]
Not to sound too harsh on the subject, but I believe I earned what came for me. [Max's smile is soft, rueful.] And you've spent all this time caring for Maurice, I'd like to help, if I can.
( For long moments she's quiet. She's not sure she can really reconcile the idea of people deserving to die all that easily. Sure, there's probably always going to be exceptions, but death was so final, in theory. Even here she wasn't sure there was any guarantee that it wouldn't be.
And then there was dramatic quotes about it, which never seemed very consistent. )
"He that dies pays all debts," that sorta thing?
( Quiet, a faint rasp in her voice, and the way her eyebrows are a little raised might betray her incredulity. )
Sometime I'll tell you. I just need more time to get my own head about it, right now. But, uh— in the meantime hows about you have some bikkies and soothe my ego?
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Did someone hurt you?
[The concern is obvious in her voice, but there's something else too. The unspoken suggestion that there could be hell to pay if someone did.]
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You know how there's always those dark things in your head you don't wanna think about? Like the fear that's ready to start simmering, even if the circumstances ain't making sense for it?
Getting fear shoved in your face seems like a dumbass thing to complain about to someone who just woke up from being a corpse. )
Nah. Just tired.
( She does look to Max, finally. It isn't lost on her that she should warn her about Wanda, about Wanda leaving her feeling like she'd had a hook wriggling about in her mind and fishing out her nightmares, and in the same moment it feels like it'd be unfair to Wanda. And that's annoying because, honestly, fuck Wanda. ) Come on, you've had a rough week. You don't gotta look after me.
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Not to sound too harsh on the subject, but I believe I earned what came for me. [Max's smile is soft, rueful.] And you've spent all this time caring for Maurice, I'd like to help, if I can.
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And then there was dramatic quotes about it, which never seemed very consistent. )
"He that dies pays all debts," that sorta thing?
( Quiet, a faint rasp in her voice, and the way her eyebrows are a little raised might betray her incredulity. )
Sometime I'll tell you. I just need more time to get my own head about it, right now. But, uh— in the meantime hows about you have some bikkies and soothe my ego?