[ he honestly sounds like stefan. but where he'd be a little gentler, elijah's more akin to a bull trying to nudge her out of the way—or perhaps in a particular direction. ]
What if I am?
[ she turns to look at him, stopping in their walk returning to town. she lifts her shoulders, hands curled into the pockets of her coat. she wants to turn around and walk very, very fast, but her feet stay planted in the snow as if it's locked her in place. ]
What if I am hurting, Elijah? I can't do anything about it while we're here. It's not going to help anyone.
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What if I am?
[ she turns to look at him, stopping in their walk returning to town. she lifts her shoulders, hands curled into the pockets of her coat. she wants to turn around and walk very, very fast, but her feet stay planted in the snow as if it's locked her in place. ]
What if I am hurting, Elijah? I can't do anything about it while we're here. It's not going to help anyone.