[Psyche is doing the same thing she did in that memory, maybe: letting herself feel things for others in their place. Waltaquin perhaps is no longer empty as she felt before unlocking her power at Haleg Lyn, but a pot with a hole doesn't hold water well.]
I don't need your apology. [It's not a reprimand, but - reassurance, in the only way Waltaquin can really provide it.]
The way you're talking... Do you feel like a monster? [People look at her as if she is one, but she's never felt that for herself. Though she can't imagine the same loathing and distrust that followed her, from Father and Shivat and Iscarion and all the others, levied at Psyche in the same way, it doesn't surprise her. Fear of the unknown Medea in that memory was a monster to everyone who saw her, except the ones who understood.]
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I don't need your apology. [It's not a reprimand, but - reassurance, in the only way Waltaquin can really provide it.]
The way you're talking... Do you feel like a monster? [People look at her as if she is one, but she's never felt that for herself. Though she can't imagine the same loathing and distrust that followed her, from Father and Shivat and Iscarion and all the others, levied at Psyche in the same way, it doesn't surprise her. Fear of the unknown Medea in that memory was a monster to everyone who saw her, except the ones who understood.]