[Riley moves. Lila doesn't. It's clear from her unchanging expression that she has no fear in this situation. Riley is bigger than her, stronger than her, weighs more. But Riley is weak — not in the body but in the heart. She won't do what she wants to do. And if she does, well.]
[Unless she can crunch up all the bones in Lila's body at once, it won't feel like much, comparatively.]
[Still, she appears to consider what Riley's said for a moment, folding up her legs criss-cross in midair as she ponders.]
You know, maybe you're right. Maybe you don't realize you like it. Need it? Not sure. Maybe you're not even doing it on purpose. It'd be better if you were, though. Like right now, this self-pitying thing? Oh-I-don't-deserve-her? You said that, not me. All I told you was do better. You deserve her because she picked you. She cares about you.
Do you really not hear yourself playing wounded? [Is she honestly just another Cassel? Or does that make her worse — someone so lacking in self-awareness that they hop around faking limp like a sad little bird, entirely unaware that they can walk just fine?]
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[Unless she can crunch up all the bones in Lila's body at once, it won't feel like much, comparatively.]
[Still, she appears to consider what Riley's said for a moment, folding up her legs criss-cross in midair as she ponders.]
You know, maybe you're right. Maybe you don't realize you like it. Need it? Not sure. Maybe you're not even doing it on purpose. It'd be better if you were, though. Like right now, this self-pitying thing? Oh-I-don't-deserve-her? You said that, not me. All I told you was do better. You deserve her because she picked you. She cares about you.
Do you really not hear yourself playing wounded? [Is she honestly just another Cassel? Or does that make her worse — someone so lacking in self-awareness that they hop around faking limp like a sad little bird, entirely unaware that they can walk just fine?]