[ Glimmer doesn't gasp but there's a little rush of breath, a tension in her that coils tighter as Glimmer listens. One hand grips at the bedding, twisting it in an attempt to keep herself anchored here. Ellie has killed people, has followed revenge to its natural conclusion. She went after the people that hurt her and hurt them even worse in return. ]
Oh.
[ Glimmer's voice is soft. Despite the heavy feeling settling into the pit of her stomach, she is glad she asked. Even if she never went that far down that road, she knows why Ellie did, knows the feelings that motivate that much anger and grief. She swallows. ]
It must have been hard.
[ Does she mean the killing? Or does she mean letting the other person go? Glimmer isn't sure herself. Maybe she means both. It's hard to imagine sweet, funny, dorky Ellie killing people but then, Ellie might think it hard to imagine Glimmer fighting in and leading a war. ]
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Oh.
[ Glimmer's voice is soft. Despite the heavy feeling settling into the pit of her stomach, she is glad she asked. Even if she never went that far down that road, she knows why Ellie did, knows the feelings that motivate that much anger and grief. She swallows. ]
It must have been hard.
[ Does she mean the killing? Or does she mean letting the other person go? Glimmer isn't sure herself. Maybe she means both. It's hard to imagine sweet, funny, dorky Ellie killing people but then, Ellie might think it hard to imagine Glimmer fighting in and leading a war. ]