[In the quietness, she almost thinks that he's gone away. That he's found some level of understanding and actually listened to her. At some point in between the other conversations, she glances down at the journal again only to see another response from the boy.
She already begins to scowl even before listening to what he has to say. And when she does finally listen, it's only to roll her eyes. His assumptions are only continuing to irritate.
Prim had taught her better than to ever understand that those younger might not understand. And returning home is still an impossibility. She had tried that already.]
Stop it. [She growls the words, not at all noticing that his own voice lost its frustration.] Stop assuming you know me or my situation. You don't.
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She already begins to scowl even before listening to what he has to say. And when she does finally listen, it's only to roll her eyes. His assumptions are only continuing to irritate.
Prim had taught her better than to ever understand that those younger might not understand. And returning home is still an impossibility. She had tried that already.]
Stop it. [She growls the words, not at all noticing that his own voice lost its frustration.] Stop assuming you know me or my situation. You don't.