[ No longer a breath from snapping, she pauses to consider and comes up empty. Feelings without memories behind them provide little more logic than her otherwise swirling thoughts. A fleeting moment's consideration for why he wasn't so bothered by what he saw in the glass is brushed away, unimportant. Being alone, regardless of her company, doesn't feel so shocking. But disappointing, certainly. ]
[ The closest she can come to an answer is to point at her own face. She doesn't expect he'll understand, when she doesn't. ]
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[ The closest she can come to an answer is to point at her own face. She doesn't expect he'll understand, when she doesn't. ]