There's a tentative few seconds of quietness, after Persephone leaves, before Nita lets herself back away from the door and lean against one of the benches, scrounging up her courage and feelings as best she can.
For once, she's locked the door.
"Bobo..."
These rooms are soundproof, right? May as well run with that for as much as it's worth.
"I'm sorry. And- I'm betting we both feel that way, because if you were at all alright with this... you'd have told me by now."
No, that doesn't sound quite right. Nita tries again.
"I think I should feel angry at you, a little, but all I really feel is like I'm crumbling to pieces, like I have been doing that for ages and it just became noticeable."
A sigh. "I can't remember if I've told you, but I've done... that, before. To Nautilus. During a storm. I guess my biggest fear is that it would become a habit, happen again: taking my anger out on the worst target possible, in the worst way possible. You weren't responsible then, and you're not responsible for my actions now, so don't you dare blame yourself for that!"
She's surprised at how loud she got, there; silence returns for almost a minute straight as she breathes.
"I know I don't need to be a wizard to do good; you've said that yourself. But, being a team again... I miss that. More than practically anything. So..."
Another sigh, another silence. "I'm going to write that report, because if anyone else at home shows up and wants a precis for what I've been up to, it'd be wrong to leave that out. And I'm going to apologize to the train anyway, even if other people say I should still be mad at it, because that's what I'd like to do... but I want to do it with you, if you'll let me. Maybe not as wizard and wizardry, but as friends."
Which after all is what they'd become after all this time... right?
There's an echo, then: agreement. A faint flicker in the back of her mind - it fades away as quickly as it comes, but with it comes a message: /I'm sorry, too. And you're right./
The tears come back, then, and there's no stopping them. But she wouldn't, not for anything in the world.
*cracks knuckles* TIME TO WRITE... MORE OF MY OWN HEARTBREAK...
For once, she's locked the door.
"Bobo..."
These rooms are soundproof, right? May as well run with that for as much as it's worth.
"I'm sorry. And- I'm betting we both feel that way, because if you were at all alright with this... you'd have told me by now."
No, that doesn't sound quite right. Nita tries again.
"I think I should feel angry at you, a little, but all I really feel is like I'm crumbling to pieces, like I have been doing that for ages and it just became noticeable."
A sigh. "I can't remember if I've told you, but I've done... that, before. To Nautilus. During a storm. I guess my biggest fear is that it would become a habit, happen again: taking my anger out on the worst target possible, in the worst way possible. You weren't responsible then, and you're not responsible for my actions now, so don't you dare blame yourself for that!"
She's surprised at how loud she got, there; silence returns for almost a minute straight as she breathes.
"I know I don't need to be a wizard to do good; you've said that yourself. But, being a team again... I miss that. More than practically anything. So..."
Another sigh, another silence. "I'm going to write that report, because if anyone else at home shows up and wants a precis for what I've been up to, it'd be wrong to leave that out. And I'm going to apologize to the train anyway, even if other people say I should still be mad at it, because that's what I'd like to do... but I want to do it with you, if you'll let me. Maybe not as wizard and wizardry, but as friends."
Which after all is what they'd become after all this time... right?
There's an echo, then: agreement. A faint flicker in the back of her mind - it fades away as quickly as it comes, but with it comes a message: /I'm sorry, too. And you're right./
The tears come back, then, and there's no stopping them. But she wouldn't, not for anything in the world.