"Terrific," she mutters to herself, sitting up and rubbing the bridge of her nose.
Just when she thought things were alright, she just had to go and step on a landmine. Still, if she hadn't asked, she wouldn't know.
Does she still believe that about him? No, not really, but thanks to the propaganda that had been heaped on her, it would always been in the back of her mind. And she hates it. Hates that it had poisoned the best thing that had happened to her.
She watches in stunned silence as he grabs his bags. Part of her wants to let him leave, that it's for the best, that they're not supposed to be together. Oddly enough, that's not the part she listens to very often.
"Dammit, Methos," she exclaims, standing up to him. "No, I don't think that of you. I haven't for a long time. Not since Heidelberg. I've dreaded asking that question, but it needed asking. I needed to know, not just assume.
"Yes, I know I just stuck my foot in my mouth. Hell, both feet and ended up falling on my ass. And if the answer'd been any different, it would've broken me." Her eyes fill with tears at the confession. "Not just my heart, but everything else inside. What we have isn't something that I could get over in a decade or two, and if you walk out that door, I don't think I'd ever get over it."
She is sticking her neck out and she knows it. Not to mention how hard it is for a warrior like her to admit something like that. He knows how to kill her now, and he doesn't have to lift a blade, just a bag.
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Date: 1 Jun 2009 05:12 am (UTC)Just when she thought things were alright, she just had to go and step on a landmine. Still, if she hadn't asked, she wouldn't know.
Does she still believe that about him? No, not really, but thanks to the propaganda that had been heaped on her, it would always been in the back of her mind. And she hates it. Hates that it had poisoned the best thing that had happened to her.
She watches in stunned silence as he grabs his bags. Part of her wants to let him leave, that it's for the best, that they're not supposed to be together. Oddly enough, that's not the part she listens to very often.
"Dammit, Methos," she exclaims, standing up to him. "No, I don't think that of you. I haven't for a long time. Not since Heidelberg. I've dreaded asking that question, but it needed asking. I needed to know, not just assume.
"Yes, I know I just stuck my foot in my mouth. Hell, both feet and ended up falling on my ass. And if the answer'd been any different, it would've broken me." Her eyes fill with tears at the confession. "Not just my heart, but everything else inside. What we have isn't something that I could get over in a decade or two, and if you walk out that door, I don't think I'd ever get over it."
She is sticking her neck out and she knows it. Not to mention how hard it is for a warrior like her to admit something like that. He knows how to kill her now, and he doesn't have to lift a blade, just a bag.