[If someone detected Sheyleigh's thoughts right now, it would be just an endless loop of asking herself "What am I doing here?" She knew she was opening herself up to that pain and anger again. Seeing her in this cell hurt. Even just looking at her hurt. After all this time, she still felt her skin crawl with anger and disgust as she remembered everything Vaska said that night.
But...this used to be her friend. Her inspiration. Even now she still treasured that moment of connection when the more seasoned adventurer knew the hardships of the job, when she needed it the most. No matter what happened between them - all of them - hate just refused to worm its way into those memories. She didn't hate Vaska. She couldn't.
It probably was a selfish goal of her own to come. Possibly fueled by her own loneliness, too far south for the winter to be home with Uncle Jay this holiday. Ah hell, let's not kid ourselves, she didn't know what her goal was. She made a spontaneous decision, and was surprised when they even agreed to let her in. So here she was, trying not to show the storm of feelings brewing from the eye contact, and trying not to crush the small rolled canvas in her fist as she waited for Sir Lorre's response. If she didn't want her here, she would just go. If anything, it would make her mind up for her.]
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[If someone detected Sheyleigh's thoughts right now, it would be just an endless loop of asking herself "What am I doing here?" She knew she was opening herself up to that pain and anger again. Seeing her in this cell hurt. Even just looking at her hurt. After all this time, she still felt her skin crawl with anger and disgust as she remembered everything Vaska said that night.
But...this used to be her friend. Her inspiration. Even now she still treasured that moment of connection when the more seasoned adventurer knew the hardships of the job, when she needed it the most. No matter what happened between them - all of them - hate just refused to worm its way into those memories. She didn't hate Vaska. She couldn't.
It probably was a selfish goal of her own to come. Possibly fueled by her own loneliness, too far south for the winter to be home with Uncle Jay this holiday. Ah hell, let's not kid ourselves, she didn't know what her goal was. She made a spontaneous decision, and was surprised when they even agreed to let her in. So here she was, trying not to show the storm of feelings brewing from the eye contact, and trying not to crush the small rolled canvas in her fist as she waited for Sir Lorre's response. If she didn't want her here, she would just go. If anything, it would make her mind up for her.]