[ Many thoughts, she thinks, but she doesn't want to say that out loud. Otherwise, they'd be there for far longer than even the mission calls for. But, she can at least broach a subject that they've been long avoiding.
Her voice sticks in her throat. Her mouth feels overtly dry all of a sudden. She has to sigh again and swallow to finally steel up her nerve, but when she does, she looks over at him to catch his gaze. Steady, unyielding. ]
no subject
Her voice sticks in her throat. Her mouth feels overtly dry all of a sudden. She has to sigh again and swallow to finally steel up her nerve, but when she does, she looks over at him to catch his gaze. Steady, unyielding. ]
Did you...hate Elan, because of me?