( Clementine breathes out, and the sound of her own voice is not what she wants it to be for a moment (it's too hoarse, too vulnerable, too emotional). She can't pull punches. She can't. She closes her eyes, breathing in and then breathing out, breathing in and breathing out like before when it felt like her own panic might be too much.
She needs her steel. She needs to shove those emotions into a box and lock them away where they can't get out.
Needs to turn to steel so she can do what she has to do so she can convince him. So she can save him. Her jaw locks, and she lifts her head up again.
She will not be responsible for anyone else she loves dying because she was not enough. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[audio]
Date: 2019-05-07 10:35 pm (UTC)( Clementine breathes out, and the sound of her own voice is not what she wants it to be for a moment (it's too hoarse, too vulnerable, too emotional). She can't pull punches. She can't. She closes her eyes, breathing in and then breathing out, breathing in and breathing out like before when it felt like her own panic might be too much.
She needs her steel. She needs to shove those emotions into a box and lock them away where they can't get out.
Needs to turn to steel so she can do what she has to do so she can convince him. So she can save him. Her jaw locks, and she lifts her head up again.
She will not be responsible for anyone else she loves dying because she was not enough. )
I already figured it out, Louis. I can't run.
You can.