I9DT - Straining

[Nailah Weaver]

"Am I questioning or rationalizing? It was still me who did it."

[Samantha McManus]

"Is she even questioning it?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"There's... some doubt."

And I know exactly why she trying as hard as she can to drown that ou--That doesn't mean I'm like her! I'm not.

[Samantha McManus]

"But you know why she might."

[Nailah Weaver]

"She's... scared to death..."

[Samantha McManus]

"What if figuring out how to get her through that is what helps get you through that?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"I don't think she wants to go through that."

[Samantha McManus]

"Do you really want to either?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"What do you think..." the answer comes meekly and it's not even something she consciously send, really, just the immediate reaction going through her head in response.

[Samantha McManus]

"Nobody is saying you're just like her. All I'm suggesting is that you can understand her."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Yeah. I got that."

[Samantha McManus]

"I'm sorry, I just... some of your thoughts and what you're saying aloud are blurring together for me."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Look... Sam..."

She sighs.

"Forget it... I'll get through it somehow and do what I have to." Her mental resolve noticeably hardens, locking Sam out from picking up stray thoughts.

[Samantha McManus]

"I... I really am sorry. I know I shouldn't have pried..."

[Nailah Weaver]

"No, probably not..." she says, though she doesn't even sound that angry. Just exhausted.

[Samantha McManus]

"But you were right when you said I haven't been much help, and I want to be."

[Nailah Weaver]

"You're the Death Goddess, you figure it out."

[Samantha McManus]

There was a mental sigh.

"...I'll go."

She stood up in the booth.

[Nailah Weaver]

Happy now? You pushed away the one person who could be arsed to put up with you. Again.

Shaking her head to shut up the nagging voice in her head Nailah turns to head for the showers.