[She's wearing her pendant. She alternates, between this and Anya's locket, seeping strength from them in different ways.
She touches it now, as she looks at him. A part of her wants to argue, but she remembers saying much the same thing to him, such a long time ago - and look at him now.
So she nods, slow and sure.]
I'm - beginning to realise that, I think. [She's still scared, so scared she wants to scream sometimes; she doesn't know if she'll ever trust herself again. But it's easier, now, to believe she can be more.
Then she smiles, as her shoulders slump.]
You're leaving, aren't you? [There's an ache, in the words, mingling with the pride. It's what she's wanted, desperately, almost since she came - but she'll never see him again.]
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She touches it now, as she looks at him. A part of her wants to argue, but she remembers saying much the same thing to him, such a long time ago - and look at him now.
So she nods, slow and sure.]
I'm - beginning to realise that, I think. [She's still scared, so scared she wants to scream sometimes; she doesn't know if she'll ever trust herself again. But it's easier, now, to believe she can be more.
Then she smiles, as her shoulders slump.]
You're leaving, aren't you? [There's an ache, in the words, mingling with the pride. It's what she's wanted, desperately, almost since she came - but she'll never see him again.]