[Oh indeed. That should have been obvious, and she drops her face, chin heading chestward while she thinks. Of course that would make it easier. But she can't schedule the times when she can feel misery and shame pressing in on her like stormclouds, can't schedule the nights when the thought of laying in the dark outs her back on a hard, dirty floor with the smell of spoiling meat and the screams of other captives. Curls her hand against the press of his and swallows hard, still looking away as she speaks.]
Sometimes I cry. A lot. And sometimes I have to have the light on. I can't tell when it's going to be like that yet.
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[Oh indeed. That should have been obvious, and she drops her face, chin heading chestward while she thinks. Of course that would make it easier. But she can't schedule the times when she can feel misery and shame pressing in on her like stormclouds, can't schedule the nights when the thought of laying in the dark outs her back on a hard, dirty floor with the smell of spoiling meat and the screams of other captives. Curls her hand against the press of his and swallows hard, still looking away as she speaks.]
Sometimes I cry. A lot. And sometimes I have to have the light on. I can't tell when it's going to be like that yet.