[Her face softens to something that could almost still be called gentle. She doesn't seem to mind the pacing, the frenetic energy; she doesn't let them hold her back from him. Instead, she steps closer. If she thought she'd accept it, she'd put a hand on his arm, but it stays where it is, after the tiniest of gestures to indicate where it might have been.
In those words, he's made something shift inside her again.]
Your memories? [She glances away.] Are you saying you want to chase after them?
ARE YOU SAYING SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THE BEST?! (also, keywords :|)
In those words, he's made something shift inside her again.]
Your memories? [She glances away.] Are you saying you want to chase after them?