[It's such a simple thing. Just a simple gesture of comfort, a hand on her back, rubbing between the bony shoulder blades of her underweight body, and... she loves it. She loves that she can appreciate the action, that she can see it as just a kindness rather than analyze it for potential threats, hints of manipulation, or hidden motives. Whether it actually was just a kindness or not... She didn't need to know. She was able to believe that it was.
The idea of losing that... The idea that, even if she succeeded here against this "kenoma" that she would still experience this same return of her powers with "the others"...
She has never quite relearned how to cry, but a sound like a small sob escapes her. If he brings the towel to her mouth, attempts to help clean her up, she does not stop him. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Every ounce of her effort is taken up resisting the call.]
Children...
[Her voice is barely audible, it's so quiet, but it grows as she finds the determination, the need to say at least this, at least this one thing... The woman named Ciel had spoken of an orphanage, of letting her help there, and she had been almost happy to think that she could do such a thing, but now- now-]
no subject
The idea of losing that... The idea that, even if she succeeded here against this "kenoma" that she would still experience this same return of her powers with "the others"...
She has never quite relearned how to cry, but a sound like a small sob escapes her. If he brings the towel to her mouth, attempts to help clean her up, she does not stop him. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Every ounce of her effort is taken up resisting the call.]
Children...
[Her voice is barely audible, it's so quiet, but it grows as she finds the determination, the need to say at least this, at least this one thing... The woman named Ciel had spoken of an orphanage, of letting her help there, and she had been almost happy to think that she could do such a thing, but now- now-]
Don't let me... don't let me near any children...