Nothing to take from that response, and nothing to give to him either. Her anger compresses in on itself, cold down to the pit of her, until she's simply sighing.
Sighing at him, at his defenses, still inadequate. She rearranges her strike, taking her elbow down into his crossed arms, letting gravity do all the work through the weight of her. His face is protected, but she bounces his head and shoulders off the mats all the same. She slips off to the slide of his body and onto her feet without pursuing it further, walking away with her back to him. Her mind drifts elsewhere.
She's thinking about weeping for Sam in to his shoulder, and for Ren by herself. What a different girl, the same girl, but-- She's thinking of how little she feels like weeping now. For one moment she thought perhaps she could ignite... anything in Steve, but no. There's nothing there, and has there ever been? She's never wept over Jessica either, how did one grieve for someone they did not even know. ]
Of course not.
[ The dismissive answer a mother gives to a child. She's halfway across the room before seeming to realize she should say something further, glancing over her shoulder, ]
no subject
Nothing to take from that response, and nothing to give to him either. Her anger compresses in on itself, cold down to the pit of her, until she's simply sighing.
Sighing at him, at his defenses, still inadequate. She rearranges her strike, taking her elbow down into his crossed arms, letting gravity do all the work through the weight of her. His face is protected, but she bounces his head and shoulders off the mats all the same. She slips off to the slide of his body and onto her feet without pursuing it further, walking away with her back to him. Her mind drifts elsewhere.
She's thinking about weeping for Sam in to his shoulder, and for Ren by herself. What a different girl, the same girl, but-- She's thinking of how little she feels like weeping now. For one moment she thought perhaps she could ignite... anything in Steve, but no. There's nothing there, and has there ever been? She's never wept over Jessica either, how did one grieve for someone they did not even know. ]
Of course not.
[ The dismissive answer a mother gives to a child. She's halfway across the room before seeming to realize she should say something further, glancing over her shoulder, ]
I think I've seen enough.