[ Of course that's what she means. It still doesn't really answer her question (the question she hasn't actually asked).
She's just wound so tight after everything, and every time she closes her eyes, the memories-dreams-visions are an overwhelming flood of everything that didn't happen. Some of it -- thank fuck -- has faded. Some of it lingers stubbornly behind her eyelids.
Some of it is things she probably wasn't meant to see. It feels invasive and awkward, and some part of her still misses it anyway.
How fucked up is that? ]
...yeah. I know what you mean.
[ Ciri sighs.
With an accompanying gesture, she looks up to catch the eye of a passing serving boy and wordlessly order a second drink, this time for Aloy. ]
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She's just wound so tight after everything, and every time she closes her eyes, the memories-dreams-visions are an overwhelming flood of everything that didn't happen. Some of it -- thank fuck -- has faded. Some of it lingers stubbornly behind her eyelids.
Some of it is things she probably wasn't meant to see. It feels invasive and awkward, and some part of her still misses it anyway.
How fucked up is that? ]
...yeah. I know what you mean.
[ Ciri sighs.
With an accompanying gesture, she looks up to catch the eye of a passing serving boy and wordlessly order a second drink, this time for Aloy. ]
It's a relief for me too. Most of it.