[ Jen is the one shaking her head. if there's any feeling at all to how Lina was taking this all in, the questions she might act or the way she might react then it doesn't show on her face.
in fact. nothing really registers at all, there, nor in her tone. Jen's never shut herself down like this around Lina before, and even outside of that it has been a long time, but it's the one coping mechanism that always works and she's always ready to deploy the instant things have reached the state of discomfort too tough to bear.
it's just for a little while, and it may look like it feels awful or she's miserable on the outside, but it's either this or. a breakdown. something else. something drastic. ]
A few, but that's not what I mean. I had this sent in the mail before. Before they gave use postcards with codes on them like they were mail-in gift cards redeemed for prizes. [ she looked aside to the ones Lina had offered her before, wherever they might be. she's not actively seeking Lina's gaze in any fashion. ]
That one was just grey, not painted like this. But it fit me just the same. It... fits, and it works, without any adjustments or any training. That's just - it's impossible. Flat-out.
[ sigh. ] I obviously don't have a complete picture of my other life, but I know this. That girl? I saw her in action. In fights. She was definitely stronger than I could ever work toward in this life and - in most of the memories, which I'm assuming are early ones, she has both her arms.
[ at this point she just sounds deflated. defeated. there's one more last thing but even with this safety net of hers up she doesn't know if she can go through with it. what would sharing even accomplish? it's just more questions, more theories. ]
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in fact. nothing really registers at all, there, nor in her tone. Jen's never shut herself down like this around Lina before, and even outside of that it has been a long time, but it's the one coping mechanism that always works and she's always ready to deploy the instant things have reached the state of discomfort too tough to bear.
it's just for a little while, and it may look like it feels awful or she's miserable on the outside, but it's either this or. a breakdown. something else. something drastic. ]
A few, but that's not what I mean. I had this sent in the mail before. Before they gave use postcards with codes on them like they were mail-in gift cards redeemed for prizes. [ she looked aside to the ones Lina had offered her before, wherever they might be. she's not actively seeking Lina's gaze in any fashion. ]
That one was just grey, not painted like this. But it fit me just the same. It... fits, and it works, without any adjustments or any training. That's just - it's impossible. Flat-out.
[ sigh. ] I obviously don't have a complete picture of my other life, but I know this. That girl? I saw her in action. In fights. She was definitely stronger than I could ever work toward in this life and - in most of the memories, which I'm assuming are early ones, she has both her arms.
[ at this point she just sounds deflated. defeated. there's one more last thing but even with this safety net of hers up she doesn't know if she can go through with it. what would sharing even accomplish? it's just more questions, more theories. ]