[ They matter. They do matter. Psyche wouldn't feel like she was suffocating if they didn't matter so much. But after yesterday she still feels... a little hollow.
But her thoughts stutter and catch on Waltaquin's next words. ]
What... do you mean, Waltaquin?
[ She knows what Waltaquin means. She's not an idiot, however much people think she is. But that kindles something in the quiet emptiness again. She wants to hear it in Waltaquin's own voice. ]
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But her thoughts stutter and catch on Waltaquin's next words. ]
What... do you mean, Waltaquin?
[ She knows what Waltaquin means. She's not an idiot, however much people think she is. But that kindles something in the quiet emptiness again. She wants to hear it in Waltaquin's own voice. ]