[Ouch. It hurts that he remembers. Easier to tell herself that whole thing was all the mask giving her what she wanted so it could take something in return, because then there's no hope to cling to. Just a friend who needs her help. She tells herself it doesn't mean anything -- after all, doesn't she remember everything the demon did in her skin? -- and thumbs over his cheek, holds her head up, holds his gaze. Blinks fast, and at least the tears that she's pretending aren't forming don't actually fall.]
And I told you you don't get to tell me what to do.
[And that includes believing in him with everything she's got.]
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And I told you you don't get to tell me what to do.
[And that includes believing in him with everything she's got.]