[ She simply huffs humorlessly in response; Odette should know that it's definitely more a case of feeling vengeful. Perhaps it's heartless that she doesn't feel sorry - and that a part for her is glad for all of this, because it means that there is someone here who might come to know her in a way no one else can. Though... That's not what she came here for, is it? She came here for a wish, and to use others as a means to that end.
Yet, still... She settles into Odette's arms, like she slots into the crevasse left by what has been left broken by her past.
Celeste can't help but find it fascinating, to draw the similarities and differences between them. Odette fought for her survival by forging an entirely new life for herself. Celeste... She took what belonged to her abusers, and began to live a life in utter defiance of what those around her wanted. But beneath it all, they are both still running. ]
So you took to the seas after that, hm? You're right. There is no landscape further from what you had known before.
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Yet, still... She settles into Odette's arms, like she slots into the crevasse left by what has been left broken by her past.
Celeste can't help but find it fascinating, to draw the similarities and differences between them. Odette fought for her survival by forging an entirely new life for herself. Celeste... She took what belonged to her abusers, and began to live a life in utter defiance of what those around her wanted. But beneath it all, they are both still running. ]
So you took to the seas after that, hm? You're right. There is no landscape further from what you had known before.