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Naniko’s comment was another relief to hear. While it wasn’t an apology nor a true admittance of guilt, her words indicated that she no longer placed the blame for what had happened upon little Cambria’s shoulders. It was progress. It was further proof that the words used and the actions taken by the snowy lady that day were the fault of the drugs. Their leader had been lost in a drug-induced haze and she was only now beginning to return to them. The Marino man felt more hope swell within his chest.
Ehno understood why she would feel that everyone back home would be angry with her, because it was the truth. The D’Angelo woman was someone they had all looked up to, but she lost all of their trust in her when she picked up that dangerous habit and refused to see her actions as wrong. It would take time for the members of Crimson Dreams to come to trust her again, especially from the friends and family directly impacted by this incident. Ehno’s own renewed faith had at first been the product of stubborn denial and naïve hope. But he saw the true Naniko behind the mask of drug use. While he could no longer deny the truth of what had happened, he knew that the Nani they all loved was still there, trying to recover out in the city on her own. Knowing that made it difficult for him to simply shun her from his life until she managed to get completely sober, so he instead chose to support her in any little way he could.
“Everyone back home might be mad at you now, but I’m sure they’ll come to forgive you eventually. Even if it takes them a while…” The Italian man could not imagine the two leaders being quick to forgive on this occasion, especially not his sister. He reached across the space between them, resting a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. “You know when you’ll be ready to come back,” he said. She didn’t outright confirm or deny that she would possibly return to the pack, but his statement made it clear that he at least wanted her to come home. As much as he hated the idea of her remaining out in that concrete jungle for some time, he didn’t want her to try to return to Crimson Dreams if she wasn’t ready. If the thought of returning home made her nervous or uncomfortable, then it would only make things tenser if she attempted to return. “You shouldn’t have to worry,” he muttered, as if continuing his thoughts out loud. His amber gaze sought out her jeweled orbs in the flickering firelight.
Naniko’s comment was another relief to hear. While it wasn’t an apology nor a true admittance of guilt, her words indicated that she no longer placed the blame for what had happened upon little Cambria’s shoulders. It was progress. It was further proof that the words used and the actions taken by the snowy lady that day were the fault of the drugs. Their leader had been lost in a drug-induced haze and she was only now beginning to return to them. The Marino man felt more hope swell within his chest.
Ehno understood why she would feel that everyone back home would be angry with her, because it was the truth. The D’Angelo woman was someone they had all looked up to, but she lost all of their trust in her when she picked up that dangerous habit and refused to see her actions as wrong. It would take time for the members of Crimson Dreams to come to trust her again, especially from the friends and family directly impacted by this incident. Ehno’s own renewed faith had at first been the product of stubborn denial and naïve hope. But he saw the true Naniko behind the mask of drug use. While he could no longer deny the truth of what had happened, he knew that the Nani they all loved was still there, trying to recover out in the city on her own. Knowing that made it difficult for him to simply shun her from his life until she managed to get completely sober, so he instead chose to support her in any little way he could.
“Everyone back home might be mad at you now, but I’m sure they’ll come to forgive you eventually. Even if it takes them a while…” The Italian man could not imagine the two leaders being quick to forgive on this occasion, especially not his sister. He reached across the space between them, resting a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. “You know when you’ll be ready to come back,” he said. She didn’t outright confirm or deny that she would possibly return to the pack, but his statement made it clear that he at least wanted her to come home. As much as he hated the idea of her remaining out in that concrete jungle for some time, he didn’t want her to try to return to Crimson Dreams if she wasn’t ready. If the thought of returning home made her nervous or uncomfortable, then it would only make things tenser if she attempted to return. “You shouldn’t have to worry,” he muttered, as if continuing his thoughts out loud. His amber gaze sought out her jeweled orbs in the flickering firelight.