Before his voice manages to quite fade into silence, Faye raises a hand, nothing more. Her palm is facing the young man, letting him know as well as she can, without trying for words, that she's fine. That being pitied or taken under a wing is the exact opposite of what she wants, yearning instead to stand on her own two feet. Hoping to never need more than herself for just about any goal there is in my world. She needs to know that the next time the world slips out from under her feet, that she'll manage to hang on.
Because it still seems like its own inevitability.
"Sorry," she croaks, voice feeling hoarse. "I'm sure you think I'm crazy. But. I guess this is another case of the island being a bitch."
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Date: 2012-01-28 08:02 pm (UTC)Because it still seems like its own inevitability.
"Sorry," she croaks, voice feeling hoarse. "I'm sure you think I'm crazy. But. I guess this is another case of the island being a bitch."