strangers talk, be careful what you feel
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Geneva looked at the white furred male sharply when he finally uttered the words that he seemed to be struggling with. The only other creatures she had interacted with had been Jefferson, and he had spoken to her as though nothing had really happened at all. He talked about his patrols, and about the pack members he happened across. And when he looked at her, he never once acknowledged the scars and disfigurement, new to her body and face. And she desperately wanted him to, so that she could move on and figure out what to do next. But because she could not see her new self reflected in his eyes, she did not know how to move on or how to be with him. The ghost of her former self still remained there, between the two of them, preventing them from going forward or losing each other, a feeble tie that could go either way.

"That is the best thing anyone has said to me since the accident." It wasn't much, true. But it was refreshing to hear the honesty in Pendzez's voice. In those few words, there was acknowledgement that she had been changed, physiacally and in other ways. He recognized that, and although it wasn't huge, it meant something to her, something small that she could cling to. It validated her now; she was herself, and perhaps she could belong to herself again, even if she couldn't belong here anymore.


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