[The initial outburst, pain fueled by the lingering wisps of horrible nightmares, has slowly started to subside. She still sits in the dark, the only light that capable of flitting in through the blinds. Her knees are huddled up against her chest as she stares at the book resting on a nearby pillow. The trauma hasn't left quite yet.
But she has, at least, come to her senses enough to retreat back into her shell. To be reluctant to talk to those she doesn't already know. Even if they remind her of her former psychiatrist.
The words aren't so surprising. They really are a lot like some of the things Dr. Aurelius would tell her whenever he'd try to bring up Prim. If anything, it's a little too much like the words she heard upon losing her sister. And because of that, her stare switches to something of a glare.]
He's not dead. [Not like Prim is, gone from her forever.] Just gone. Not here anymore. Sent home.
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But she has, at least, come to her senses enough to retreat back into her shell. To be reluctant to talk to those she doesn't already know. Even if they remind her of her former psychiatrist.
The words aren't so surprising. They really are a lot like some of the things Dr. Aurelius would tell her whenever he'd try to bring up Prim. If anything, it's a little too much like the words she heard upon losing her sister. And because of that, her stare switches to something of a glare.]
He's not dead. [Not like Prim is, gone from her forever.] Just gone. Not here anymore. Sent home.