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      “and yet, as promised, you came out with minimal
        post-traumatic stress.” unfortunately, sensitivity
        was a quality he did not possess. the self-righteous
        air that often graced him did slowly fade away,
        as if some form of sympathy had just hit him.

                 “–– you are right, it was about me.
         though there’s nothing to be done about it now, is there?
         i’ve used you, and you’ve survived; you may be scarred,
         but you are definitely stronger. 

         ––– and now you that you got that out of your system, 
        i sincerely hope you feel accomplished; at least partially.
        i don’t expect you to like me, Lydia, but you can’t deny
        that i am and always will be the spark that lit your fire.

                    you’ve got a lot of potential, you just need to unleash it.”

      ▒ ▓ █ ——— ;;「 ❁ 」

      ❝you are & always will be the spark that lit my fire? — does you, asking my mom for her number, have something to do with it by any chance?❞

                                        lydia clearly doesn’t bother saying more, nor does she
                                        care to deny some of his words. he knows ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ 
                                        about what she’s gone through after the attack. maybe
                                        it has left a scar on her skin here & there, but it
                                        doubtlessly left really extremely large one on her 
                                        pѕycнe. she may be strong & she may have the 
                                        ＰՕＴᎬＮᎢＩᎪＬ, but in the end she is just a girl.
                                        human girl that runs with the wolves, that lost her
                                        best friend, that faced the worst demon—fox or
                                        whatever else he was. and sometimes it overgrows
                                        both her potential & her ｍｅｎｔａｌｉｔｙ.