[ Glimmer feels shaken. It would be hard not to. Ellie is baring herself, some of the darkest part of her. The darkness frightens her--it feels so much like the things that she has seen her enemies do. The things she has wanted to do in her own dark moments, though she has never quite followed through on such impulses. She listens to Ellie. She hesitates, laying still, barely breathing. ]
Ellie...
[ She shifts her weight, pushes herself up into a sitting position. Looks down at where Ellie lays on the mattress. She hesitates there, not sure what to say, what to do. She feels uncertain, helpless, almost. This is so much. There is fear, yes. Disgust. A wretched feeling of having a rug torn from under her. And yet at the same time there is sympathy, concern, care. A desire to comfort. For all that Ellie admits, she seems full of regret. No, she can't hesitate. She shouldn't. Without thinking, Glimmer throws her arms around Ellie, embracing her heedless of the touch of skin. There are tears pricking in her eyes, sympathetic and horrified and grief-stricken all at once. She hasn't the words to say what she wants to convey. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The words are so inadequate, but the emotion that pours between them might make up for it. It is a confused jumble of sympathy and pity, fear and concern, care, affection, and so many other things she can't describe. She buries her face against Ellie's hair, holding tight. Assuming Ellie doesn't push her away. ]
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Ellie...
[ She shifts her weight, pushes herself up into a sitting position. Looks down at where Ellie lays on the mattress. She hesitates there, not sure what to say, what to do. She feels uncertain, helpless, almost. This is so much. There is fear, yes. Disgust. A wretched feeling of having a rug torn from under her. And yet at the same time there is sympathy, concern, care. A desire to comfort. For all that Ellie admits, she seems full of regret. No, she can't hesitate. She shouldn't. Without thinking, Glimmer throws her arms around Ellie, embracing her heedless of the touch of skin. There are tears pricking in her eyes, sympathetic and horrified and grief-stricken all at once. She hasn't the words to say what she wants to convey. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The words are so inadequate, but the emotion that pours between them might make up for it. It is a confused jumble of sympathy and pity, fear and concern, care, affection, and so many other things she can't describe. She buries her face against Ellie's hair, holding tight. Assuming Ellie doesn't push her away. ]
I'm sorry, Ellie.