Anna just holds Lloyd for a moment, clinging to him as tight as she can, reaching up to run idle fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, an automatic kind of distraction. I'm glad you're alive, he says and she wants to stop everything and laugh, manic and horrible, because technically, technically she's not. She is a spectre clinging to a life she refused to let go of because she'd be damned if the ruder half of a snotty little boy did her in after he'd taken both her husband and her boyfriend from her, and how dare he try and take her life, too.
So she's here, a loophole in Spira's system of death, clinging to life for now as tightly as she clings to her son, knowing she cannot let go until she has finished that which she refused to let a stupid thing like dying prevent her from achieving.
But that's... not something she can tell Lloyd, now. That's not something she's sure she can tell him ever. Maybe once all this is over? But that's such a long way off...
She clings to him tighter. "No, I'm alright," she tells him, gentle. She doesn't feel the same ache in her chest for Zanarkand as Lloyd clearly does, but she hasn't seen Zanarkand the same ever since Mithos told her the truth about what it was. "I'm here, I'm here," Anna says again, filling the silence that's too loud with her thoughts and all the things she cannot say here, not on Martel's holy ground.
Eyes closed, chin resting on Lloyd's shoulder, she sighs long and deep. "There's... some things I'll have to tell you, still. Not here. Not now." She exhales, pulls away from Lloyd, though she lets her hands trail down his arms, gripping them tight and refusing to let go as she meets his eyes. "Later, alright?
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So she's here, a loophole in Spira's system of death, clinging to life for now as tightly as she clings to her son, knowing she cannot let go until she has finished that which she refused to let a stupid thing like dying prevent her from achieving.
But that's... not something she can tell Lloyd, now. That's not something she's sure she can tell him ever. Maybe once all this is over? But that's such a long way off...
She clings to him tighter. "No, I'm alright," she tells him, gentle. She doesn't feel the same ache in her chest for Zanarkand as Lloyd clearly does, but she hasn't seen Zanarkand the same ever since Mithos told her the truth about what it was. "I'm here, I'm here," Anna says again, filling the silence that's too loud with her thoughts and all the things she cannot say here, not on Martel's holy ground.
Eyes closed, chin resting on Lloyd's shoulder, she sighs long and deep. "There's... some things I'll have to tell you, still. Not here. Not now." She exhales, pulls away from Lloyd, though she lets her hands trail down his arms, gripping them tight and refusing to let go as she meets his eyes. "Later, alright?