[…oh. Oh no…what the hell did she just do? She's not sure what she's said or what Leon's thinking but she can recognize that as something almost like defeat, or at the very least that she needs to let this go.
She doesn't try to get him to look up but she does take a step back to give him some space, hands folding behind her back as her lips turn down in a small frown.]
…maybe I don't know anything. [She doesn't know what the hell happened, that's for sure.] But I do know that maybe you should still leave that choice up to him. You can't change how people think of you, Leon…you can only try to be better.
[But she's not forcing advice on him. Not when he's…well, Leon. So instead she bows her own head.] Thank you for telling off the vendor. We should keep going so we're not crowding the area, don't you think?
[Try to be better... it's almost laughable, really. Lili had said something like that too, if harsher. Why don't you try to be better. Why don't you improve.
He's dead.
There's no improving left for him. It's just a bitter murmur at that.]
It's too late for that.
[... But, well. She changes the subject, and he'll roll with that--it's less emotionally charged, and a way for both of them to recover.]
... Yes, this way. [May as well go...SOMEWHERE. Whatever is this way, Leon doesn't know, he's just trying to be anywhere but here, talking about this.]
[...she wants to argue. She wants to tell him it's not too late since he's here and there's always room to be better for people and for himself, but she knows she has to try another day. She doesn't think Leon would do more than snarl at her, but she also wouldn't entirely bet on it just yet. They still don't know each other that well.
What more can she say? So instead...she wordlessly follows in the same direction to walk off and leave the conversation behind. She can give him that much.]
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She doesn't try to get him to look up but she does take a step back to give him some space, hands folding behind her back as her lips turn down in a small frown.]
…maybe I don't know anything. [She doesn't know what the hell happened, that's for sure.] But I do know that maybe you should still leave that choice up to him. You can't change how people think of you, Leon…you can only try to be better.
[But she's not forcing advice on him. Not when he's…well, Leon. So instead she bows her own head.] Thank you for telling off the vendor. We should keep going so we're not crowding the area, don't you think?
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He's dead.
There's no improving left for him. It's just a bitter murmur at that.]
It's too late for that.
[... But, well. She changes the subject, and he'll roll with that--it's less emotionally charged, and a way for both of them to recover.]
... Yes, this way. [May as well go...SOMEWHERE. Whatever is this way, Leon doesn't know, he's just trying to be anywhere but here, talking about this.]
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What more can she say? So instead...she wordlessly follows in the same direction to walk off and leave the conversation behind. She can give him that much.]