[ The lack of denial speaks for itself. She knows what she had been hoping for — a confirmation that this had meant anything to him, reassurance that she will be missed in the days she's away from him. Ben provides her with neither, only insists she should keep her best interests in mind, as though he has become an expert in what is best for her.
It rankles. Beneath that, however, it hurts more than any physical injury she's received. Still, relying on her indignation and her anger is simpler, more straightforward. She knows how to cope with it. Her sorrow is a more complicated beast. ]
I have been. [ And, more importantly: ] You don't have any right to decide what's best for me.
[ Her teeth gnash when she snaps out that defensive, prickly reply. The moisture that burns in her eyes is equally a product of frustration as it is grief, feeling like she's in the process of having something taken from her. Losing him, and being forced to watch as he can barely look her in the eye to inform her of his decision.
In the end, his promise is a lie. He can't wait for her if he is already gone. ]
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It rankles. Beneath that, however, it hurts more than any physical injury she's received. Still, relying on her indignation and her anger is simpler, more straightforward. She knows how to cope with it. Her sorrow is a more complicated beast. ]
I have been. [ And, more importantly: ] You don't have any right to decide what's best for me.
[ Her teeth gnash when she snaps out that defensive, prickly reply. The moisture that burns in her eyes is equally a product of frustration as it is grief, feeling like she's in the process of having something taken from her. Losing him, and being forced to watch as he can barely look her in the eye to inform her of his decision.
In the end, his promise is a lie. He can't wait for her if he is already gone. ]