[taking the mask back, fastening it on her waist, it gives her a plausible reason to look down and away from Aerith. she won't see her eyes for this.]
I'm not sure what you mean.
[maybe I'm just tired of having the same fucking argument with you when I know you're just going to work yourself to death anyway. Andy's words, hot and caustic, kept alive in some corner of her heart to keep her humble. apology after apology, because it applies to everyone else. their emotions can come in, fill up space in the construct that is "Emily Dyer". there's room for it. the less of herself, the more space they have.]
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I'm not sure what you mean.
[maybe I'm just tired of having the same fucking argument with you when I know you're just going to work yourself to death anyway. Andy's words, hot and caustic, kept alive in some corner of her heart to keep her humble. apology after apology, because it applies to everyone else. their emotions can come in, fill up space in the construct that is "Emily Dyer". there's room for it. the less of herself, the more space they have.]