"It is only fuel," she says fiercely. "Just fuel for the body."
A wave of loathing for the meat that holds her spirit washes over her, and she sets down the lightly-toothed slice of bread. She remembers faithful Crux begging her to eat in the days after her parents' deaths, and can recognize the same kindness in the Bar's wordless attempts.
But she has lost control of so much since she came here--since she came to Canaan House--her composure gone to rags, her secrets on display, her future torn from her--and she cannot lose this.
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Date: 2020-10-03 05:39 pm (UTC)A wave of loathing for the meat that holds her spirit washes over her, and she sets down the lightly-toothed slice of bread. She remembers faithful Crux begging her to eat in the days after her parents' deaths, and can recognize the same kindness in the Bar's wordless attempts.
But she has lost control of so much since she came here--since she came to Canaan House--her composure gone to rags, her secrets on display, her future torn from her--and she cannot lose this.
"You must not let it trouble you."