[If Tim had asked her whether she wanted him to stay or go, Callisto would have said, without hesitation, that she wanted him to go. She doesn't want his comfort, doesn't want his pity, doesn't want his words that she can only partly understand. She doesn't want him. She's sure of it.
But then he actually does leave, and she's alone again, and somehow that's even worse.
She stays curled on the floor for a while, hunched into herself, whimpering softly the way she sometimes had in Tartarus when her throat was raw from screaming. And then, after close to half an hour has passed, she pulls herself up into a seated position, hugging her knees to her chest. She turns towards the door, making sure that it's still open. And then she does again what had summoned him the first time: she pulls in a deep breath, and lets loose with an ear-splitting shriek.]
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But then he actually does leave, and she's alone again, and somehow that's even worse.
She stays curled on the floor for a while, hunched into herself, whimpering softly the way she sometimes had in Tartarus when her throat was raw from screaming. And then, after close to half an hour has passed, she pulls herself up into a seated position, hugging her knees to her chest. She turns towards the door, making sure that it's still open. And then she does again what had summoned him the first time: she pulls in a deep breath, and lets loose with an ear-splitting shriek.]