[Saeri spent so many years thinking "What if." What if she wasn't sick? What if she'd proven herself? What if she could finally do enough and her mother would be proud of her? It took going to the therapist after running away with the Inkmetal Forge for her to realize asking those questions only mired her in the Nevers of her past. Of not allowing herself to move on like she said she was.
Sure, she faked most of her sessions so she could get out of them faster, but she did learn some things. And she learned that as much as she hated them, they would never change their nature and why hate a snake for being one? Instead she sighs, and ends up leaning even more into Vi's side, thick hair cushioning her against Vi's arm.]
Believe me, you don't want to talk to me about cake. I gave up eating cake for seven years.
[She doesn't mean to say it that way, but it kind of slips out. Like so many things do when she's talking to Vi.]
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Sure, she faked most of her sessions so she could get out of them faster, but she did learn some things. And she learned that as much as she hated them, they would never change their nature and why hate a snake for being one? Instead she sighs, and ends up leaning even more into Vi's side, thick hair cushioning her against Vi's arm.]
Believe me, you don't want to talk to me about cake. I gave up eating cake for seven years.
[She doesn't mean to say it that way, but it kind of slips out. Like so many things do when she's talking to Vi.]