[ God, it hurts. It's impossible not to feel it. The rawness and why, why is she asking her for the one thing she can't give her? Her fingers curl sharply against Parker's shoulders. Not sure if she wants to push her away or stay and - ]
How can you ask me that?
[ Doesn't bother with foolish promises, that nothing will happen to her. Because it can. It always can. How many have they already lost? How many of their brood have been cut down and left now, how many new have hatched to not last past the first mission?
And for all that, because she is one that has survived, how could she not want to protect the others that come new now? To save them from this pain that would meet them one day anyway, but to put it off for them as long as she could, to work for the symbiote that lived as part of her. They needed her too, in their way, and Cathaway had promised her a family that wouldn't hurt her, and she was determined so much that this should all be better.
Not angry, but she might be later, not frustrated except that she keeps a lot of secrets and she never talks about herself, or her home, for a great deal of reasons and one of them in particular that she keeps away from even her brood.
Swallows, her brows knitted and her fingers grip her tightly, somethings set sharp in her teeth that makes her grit them. This hurts, this hurts too much. It's not fair. To either of them. ]
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How can you ask me that?
[ Doesn't bother with foolish promises, that nothing will happen to her. Because it can. It always can. How many have they already lost? How many of their brood have been cut down and left now, how many new have hatched to not last past the first mission?
And for all that, because she is one that has survived, how could she not want to protect the others that come new now? To save them from this pain that would meet them one day anyway, but to put it off for them as long as she could, to work for the symbiote that lived as part of her. They needed her too, in their way, and Cathaway had promised her a family that wouldn't hurt her, and she was determined so much that this should all be better.
Not angry, but she might be later, not frustrated except that she keeps a lot of secrets and she never talks about herself, or her home, for a great deal of reasons and one of them in particular that she keeps away from even her brood.
Swallows, her brows knitted and her fingers grip her tightly, somethings set sharp in her teeth that makes her grit them. This hurts, this hurts too much. It's not fair. To either of them. ]
You don't you know what you're asking.