Because y'all love selective reading...
Nesta doesn't care about anyone but herself.
refusing to leave Cassian as he dies in ACOWAR
"What I care about is making sure no children-fae or human-are harmed."
Staying by Cassian's side as he dies in ACOSF
Staying behind so that her friends could survive the rite.
"She would save him, save them, even if it took everything."
Nesta needs to acknowledge what Feyre did for her/how she treated her!
"But beneath the wall, I witnessed children-entire families-starve to death. Were it not for my sister...I would be among them."
"It consumed me so much that...that I let Feyre go into that forest and told myself I didn't care."
"Wished someone would smother the voice that whispered every horrible thing she'd ever done, every awful thought she'd had, every person she'd failed."
"You loved me when no one else would. You never stopped. Even when I didn't deserve it, you loved me, and fought for me."
"I swallowed my shout of pain as Nesta's arms went around my neck, and she embraced me so hard it snatched my breath away." "Her body shook, shook as she sobbed, and said over and over and over, thank you."
Nesta didn't experience enough trauma to act the way she did!
comparing trauma is gross, and if you think you have any right to do so, you won't fit in on my page :)
Nesta thinks she is superior to everyone around her.
"I am worthless and I am nothing. I hate everything I am, and I am so, so tired. I am tired of wanting to be anywhere but in my own head."
"You're right to hide your children from me, I am the monster you fear."
"She had been suffering, and he'd had no idea how much it consumed every facet of her life. He'd seen her self-loathing and anger-but hadn't realized how much she'd been away of it. How much it had eaten her up."
Nesta can never allow anyone to love her.
"Nesta leaned forward until their brows touched. And despite all that brimmed in her heart, all that flowed through her body, sure and true, she merely whispered, thank you."
"I love you, too, Feyre whispered to her sister, and smiled. Nesta didn't stop her sob as she launched herself onto Feyre and embraced her."
"I didn't know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then-back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And we did not let go."
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