( that's the answer she'd expected, really, because anyone that could be close to a man like this would have to hold their own; at least that's her opinion, in the small amount of time they've been in contact. judging by the way he puts it, she must have worked alongside him. she doesn't want to see the letter, doesn't want to know what it said, doesn't want to question the way that leon's gaze shifts and his expression changes and it's like he's trying on clothing that doesn't quite fit, like the discontent there runs deeper than just looking for a comrade. sure, it's easy to fill in the details, bleed her assumptions in to fill the space. but the confidence that comes with ease, when things are about the physical, doesn't quite translate to a sense of emotional calm.
it's turbulent, seeking, frustrated, worried. it's knowing that she has other things to do here, other things she should do here, than sitting next to leon in a bed that's caked with the memories and mistakes of someone else. but james isn't here, james hasn't been here, and she doesn't know where to find him--even though her memories, scattered as they are, tell her where to check.
is it wrong, to seek a certain level of solace from someone who truly seems like a good man? not that james isn't a good man. but this feels--different. she hadn't been told that leon had been looking for her, for one. )
Me? ( she plays at a smile, easy and warm, though it doesn't quite meet her eyes. ) I was born here. Don't think I could leave if I wanted to. You get caught up and tied to a place when it means something to you, you know?
( her smile falters a little, looking towards the one window in the room--the shutters crack against it, rattling with the wind and rain outside, which means that leon is still a captive for now. )
Someone is looking for me. Well, maybe not me. A me that isn't me, whatever that means. So I should find him, too, but it's been hard to know how to do that. Or if I really want to. Do you think Ada wants to find you, too...?
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Date: 2025-02-10 12:18 am (UTC)it's turbulent, seeking, frustrated, worried. it's knowing that she has other things to do here, other things she should do here, than sitting next to leon in a bed that's caked with the memories and mistakes of someone else. but james isn't here, james hasn't been here, and she doesn't know where to find him--even though her memories, scattered as they are, tell her where to check.
is it wrong, to seek a certain level of solace from someone who truly seems like a good man? not that james isn't a good man. but this feels--different. she hadn't been told that leon had been looking for her, for one. )
Me? ( she plays at a smile, easy and warm, though it doesn't quite meet her eyes. ) I was born here. Don't think I could leave if I wanted to. You get caught up and tied to a place when it means something to you, you know?
( her smile falters a little, looking towards the one window in the room--the shutters crack against it, rattling with the wind and rain outside, which means that leon is still a captive for now. )
Someone is looking for me. Well, maybe not me. A me that isn't me, whatever that means. So I should find him, too, but it's been hard to know how to do that. Or if I really want to. Do you think Ada wants to find you, too...?