[ Glimmer hesitates for a moment. She doesn't question Ellie again verbally though. She just reaches out and takes her hand again, gripping tight. ]
Okay.
[ She'll worry anyway. As they touch, the glow begins to brighten from Glimmer's chest and the emotions begin to mingle again. There's less concrete memory this time, only the emotions: the sick feeling of anxiety in the pit of the stomach, the fear of failure, the worry that you will not be good enough to help those who rely on you. It's all mingling into a sickening anxious malaise that has settled over Glimmer's mind. How is she supposed to shoulder this weight? What does she do? What can she do? The answer is, of course, that she can't really do anything to help because she's trapped somewhere who knows how far from home without the faintest idea of how to get back there. ]
I'm scared.
[ She doesn't need to say it, of course. Ellie can feel it. For some reason, though, it feels like it helps to say it. Speaking it makes it feel more real, more concrete. It makes her feel like expressing it aloud helps to anchor her. ]
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Okay.
[ She'll worry anyway. As they touch, the glow begins to brighten from Glimmer's chest and the emotions begin to mingle again. There's less concrete memory this time, only the emotions: the sick feeling of anxiety in the pit of the stomach, the fear of failure, the worry that you will not be good enough to help those who rely on you. It's all mingling into a sickening anxious malaise that has settled over Glimmer's mind. How is she supposed to shoulder this weight? What does she do? What can she do? The answer is, of course, that she can't really do anything to help because she's trapped somewhere who knows how far from home without the faintest idea of how to get back there. ]
I'm scared.
[ She doesn't need to say it, of course. Ellie can feel it. For some reason, though, it feels like it helps to say it. Speaking it makes it feel more real, more concrete. It makes her feel like expressing it aloud helps to anchor her. ]