[ She closes her eyes a moment, letting out a slow breath. ]
...I know.
[ Ciri sets her cup back down, fingertips drumming against the porcelain. Anxious, restless. It always comes back to that.
The weighing of her choices, how much to tell, how much it would help versus how much danger it would put everyone in, how much it could hurt her and those she cares about. But can she prevent them being taken? Can she do anything preemptively, instead of waiting and hoping?
She's always reacting. Looking over her shoulder, running, responding to what happens to her.
If there's a chance to take action first, shouldn't she take it? ]
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...I know.
[ Ciri sets her cup back down, fingertips drumming against the porcelain. Anxious, restless. It always comes back to that.
The weighing of her choices, how much to tell, how much it would help versus how much danger it would put everyone in, how much it could hurt her and those she cares about. But can she prevent them being taken? Can she do anything preemptively, instead of waiting and hoping?
She's always reacting. Looking over her shoulder, running, responding to what happens to her.
If there's a chance to take action first, shouldn't she take it? ]
Have... you made any progress?