[ Every word Lightning says - it seems to make Hope... well, not flinch. Not anymore. Instead, he's trying to look confident - and starting to succeed.
Until she says she's not his Lightning. Without thinking, she brashly says: ]
Of course you're not.
[ Before stopping herself from adding more. A different Lightning? How does that even make sense? But this one was like the pink-haired one she dreamed of sometimes. The one who got to go forward, in her dreams. Were they dreams? Slumping back down, looking away, Hope finally added, in a quiet whisper... ]
...She's dead.
[ She's not quite dead - but she's really tired. Too tired to explain - arm gripping the knife so tense. What would she do now? The woman - who did identify herself as Lightning - what would she do? ]
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Until she says she's not his Lightning. Without thinking, she brashly says: ]
Of course you're not.
[ Before stopping herself from adding more. A different Lightning? How does that even make sense? But this one was like the pink-haired one she dreamed of sometimes. The one who got to go forward, in her dreams. Were they dreams? Slumping back down, looking away, Hope finally added, in a quiet whisper... ]
...She's dead.
[ She's not quite dead - but she's really tired. Too tired to explain - arm gripping the knife so tense. What would she do now? The woman - who did identify herself as Lightning - what would she do? ]