[She pauses before she speaks, but only infinitesimally. Yes. She would. There's no point trying to deceive him. Why did she think there ever was? He knows everything about her, and he always has.]
[Hopelessness threatens to choke her at the same time she feels she has come home.]
I am a hunter.
[She echoes his words with a dull passivity that later she will rail against herself for. She feels very small, and not nearly alone enough.]
spam
[She pauses before she speaks, but only infinitesimally. Yes. She would. There's no point trying to deceive him. Why did she think there ever was? He knows everything about her, and he always has.]
[Hopelessness threatens to choke her at the same time she feels she has come home.]
I am a hunter.
[She echoes his words with a dull passivity that later she will rail against herself for. She feels very small, and not nearly alone enough.]