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Finally, she turns over to look at him properly, tucking her hair behind her ear and linking their fingers together as she comes in close again. At least, for now, there's this. Lying close to an old friend and baring her heart to him by careful degrees, inch by inch. Just like he taught her.)
I don't want to do that again. Turn on them, I mean. I know it wasn't... me, but I can't- how am I supposed to stop it?
(Her forehead is creased in concern, teeth digging into her lip.)
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Normally Molly is arrogant enough to think he has all the answers, or at least pretend he does - but he doesn't this time, and he is always more honest with her. ]
Nobody's immune to bullshit like that. I'm guessing the others got you on the right track again?
[ Sometimes you needed a fist in the face to remember who you are, right? (Other times, you just have to kill an old 'friend' and have them ask for vengeance.) ]
If they snapped you out of it even after you hurt someone, they'll do it again if they have to.
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(Her stomach tightens a little, in shame. She drops her head guiltily against his shoulder, makes herself as small as somebody of her size can. She doesn't remember much of hurting the others, only horrible, bright details- Caleb's scream when she ran him through, for example, and the high, clear points of pain that represent Beau's fists slamming into her chest and face.
She remembers catching Beau's fist in her hand with stark clarity, though.)
I tried to hurt her too.
(She tried to hurt all of them of course, but this stands out a little more to her.)
She stopped me, but I don't... I wish it didn't go that far. You know? (Her voice is so soft, so halting.) I'm... too dangerous to be around.
i'm crying omg molly's so wrong
[ Molly isn't sure what's going on between them, despite his teasing at times, but he knows there's something even if Yasha isn't ready to admit that. (Maybe even to herself.) So the fact that it was Beau makes it... well, worse. ]
She stopped you. They can stop you, and they did that instead of trying to kill you, Yash. They care.
[ He strokes a few fingers over her cheek. ]
...and you're not dangerous to us, love. You are so kind, so gentle. You protect everyone.
THIS THREAD SUCKS NOW
(He's right. She knows that he's right, but Yasha can't help but entertain that old, sick feeling inside of her, the one that sometimes reminds her that this is exactly what happened with Zuala, too. Zuala, Molly. The people she cares about are killed, and if she weren't around to begin with...
Molly's fingers skitter across her cheek light, like a spider's legs. She sighs.)
I just... worry. Sometimes. (All the time.)
sob
[ He smiles softly, loose and relaxed in the bed next to her. Hoping she can feel how much he believes in her and turn away from whatever dark thoughts that lured in her head. ]
You all work well together. It's all good, Yasha.
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(She can sense that. She's not sure she deserves it, after she got him killed with her... curse? She told Jester that she doesn't believe in bad luck, though. And she doesn't, but maybe something is there all the same. It feels like it, sometimes.)
Okay, (she says again, like she's trying to convince herself of it.) I'll.. try. Not to worry, I mean.
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[ He smiles again, burying his face against her neck as far as he can without booping her with his horns.
Molly knows quite well that she keeps losing the people that she opens up to, but that cannot make her close up and feel like she cannot be trusted. That she was cursed or whatever she believes. The Mighty Nein was good for her. She needed them and they needed her gentle stability to weigh up the crazy. ]
I love you.
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She puts her chin on the top of his horn.)
I love you too.
(Says it matter-of-factly, like it isn't something she says so rarely.)
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The only one who truly does. ]
You wanna sleep for a while? I'm really comfy here.
[ Molly doesn't want to move anytime soon. ]