She could ask the same question. Wasn't this supposed to create something light? And here was the opposite, a heavy subject to weigh them down. If not for the words used, she might have changed subjects. "...Not allowed?" The girl looked surprised, and then it shifted fluidly to anger.
"Who would tell you that? That's horrible!" What was Nigredo? Ten, eleven? What kind of person would tell a child that? Not that they couldn't, or shouldn't, but weren't allowed. How cruel. How completely cruel.
~A darkened closet under the stairs, locked and fastened tight. There was yelling, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and then nothing but silence. She might have slept. She might have just stared in the darkness. But she didn't cry. She knew better. The last time, when they found her with tears when they opened the door--~
Senna let out a gasp, sitting back in her chair and pressing her hand to her eyes. Her chest heaved for breath. Nice. Very nice. Hard to drive a point home when you're acting like a crazy person. "Sorry. I..." And like last night, there was no explanation suitable. "Just. No one can tell you... not to have friends."
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"Who would tell you that? That's horrible!" What was Nigredo? Ten, eleven? What kind of person would tell a child that? Not that they couldn't, or shouldn't, but weren't allowed. How cruel. How completely cruel.
~A darkened closet under the stairs, locked and fastened tight. There was yelling, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and then nothing but silence. She might have slept. She might have just stared in the darkness. But she didn't cry. She knew better. The last time, when they found her with tears when they opened the door--~
Senna let out a gasp, sitting back in her chair and pressing her hand to her eyes. Her chest heaved for breath. Nice. Very nice. Hard to drive a point home when you're acting like a crazy person. "Sorry. I..." And like last night, there was no explanation suitable. "Just. No one can tell you... not to have friends."