[ It's a vague realization, something that surfaces in her mind as Parsee says it, as she fights the urge to tear her face away from the hand that brushes at the tear on her cheek. (And why? She's never minded physical contact before...)
Her power. The feelings... it's Parsee's power, clinging to her real feelings and amplifying them, and...
...and right now, Parsee, who has to deal with the horribleness of such feelings all the time, who's always alone, is telling her to leave. Not for Parsee's good, but for hers. A move entirely unselfish, entirely for Rinoa's benefit.
It's enough to send another spark of irritation flaring through her, as she turns her head away. She's never been that strong. She's always relied too much on other people. Why can't she find that strength for herself, the same strength Parsee has? More tears blink into her eyes, and she lowers her gaze, keeping it away from the other. ]
N-no. I told you before, we're friends. I can't leave you like this.
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Her power. The feelings... it's Parsee's power, clinging to her real feelings and amplifying them, and...
...and right now, Parsee, who has to deal with the horribleness of such feelings all the time, who's always alone, is telling her to leave. Not for Parsee's good, but for hers. A move entirely unselfish, entirely for Rinoa's benefit.
It's enough to send another spark of irritation flaring through her, as she turns her head away. She's never been that strong. She's always relied too much on other people. Why can't she find that strength for herself, the same strength Parsee has? More tears blink into her eyes, and she lowers her gaze, keeping it away from the other. ]
N-no. I told you before, we're friends. I can't leave you like this.