@inl4ndempire | ruby said: we’re all capable of things. sometimes it hurts.
RUBY'S BEING TOO CAUTIOUS. Too optimistic. She forgives the world.
Maybe in any other context, that would be patently untrue. But when you're in a room with someone as unrelenting as Aria, someone so completely devoid of understanding or sympathy or compassion, you automatically become the more decent person—therefore, a decent one overall.
"Sure does."
Aria tries to remain unaffected but ultimately sounds as angry as she is.
"The really fucking neat thing is—"
She speaks loudly over the sound of cracking, shifting bones, over rustling and squelching muscle, tissue, her very insides. She holds up her hand like she's waving or anticipating a high five. Then, her other hand goes up, and it looks more like a surrender—a lackluster, jazz-less ta-da, maybe. Despite the blood and the gravel chunks embedded in her palms, there is no evidence that twenty-two seconds ago, she'd fallen from a great height and broken both wrists.
"—even if it hurts, it'll heal. It'll grow back. You staying around here?"
