[She blinks up at him, but there's a nervous flutter to her lashes when her heart stutters and leaps into her throat, and that nervous energy begins to build up again. This isn't the first time she's heard about these power limiters—she had seen that message of his go out through the journals, but she assumed it had everything to do with Phantom and what happened to him, and nothing to do with Eustace...
But it doesn't take much for her to piece it all together now, and she feels her heart wrench in her chest, and she forgets to swallow the air she's breathed.]
... Every time?
[How often is every time, she wonders?]
Why didn't you tell me?
[Although she can already guess his answer, her voice breaks as she asks, slowly, but it's a gentle question. Patient, without an ounce of malice or disappointment. Simply worry.]
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But it doesn't take much for her to piece it all together now, and she feels her heart wrench in her chest, and she forgets to swallow the air she's breathed.]
... Every time?
[How often is every time, she wonders?]
Why didn't you tell me?
[Although she can already guess his answer, her voice breaks as she asks, slowly, but it's a gentle question. Patient, without an ounce of malice or disappointment. Simply worry.]