( Sarissa is very still as she listens. Very still and ver quiet - pretty much holds her breath as she listens.
Sarah's words are painful for a whole mess of different, complicated reasons. She's angry anyone could hurt a kid that way, devastated people did that to Sarah. She's hollow and waterlogged at the same time, and guilt drags at her unhappily.
Sarissa rolls over, so she's facing Sarah, and looks at her with a tangle of expressions that wash over her face and might be hard to follow. )
You aren't a shit.
( Quiet, stubborn, as she settles down to rest her head on sarah's shoulder and drop an arm over her waist. ) I'm sorry.
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Sarah's words are painful for a whole mess of different, complicated reasons. She's angry anyone could hurt a kid that way, devastated people did that to Sarah. She's hollow and waterlogged at the same time, and guilt drags at her unhappily.
Sarissa rolls over, so she's facing Sarah, and looks at her with a tangle of expressions that wash over her face and might be hard to follow. )
You aren't a shit.
( Quiet, stubborn, as she settles down to rest her head on sarah's shoulder and drop an arm over her waist. ) I'm sorry.