You would, after a while. Maybe not at first, or maybe not in ways you'd expect. But invisibility is...lonely.
[She sits back a little in her seat, mulling between bites of her cream puff. The conversation is casual, an easy back-and-forth for the most part, but Prompto showed a little something more than he strictly had to with the way that he'd commented on the subject at hand, and so it's hard not to feel as though the balance has been made uneven. She's not obligated to tell him anything, but...
But there were so many times she made it unbalanced, back at school. Sharing nothing but demanding disclosure from everyone else. An even balance is better. It just feels more right, these days.]
I knew a girl who wanted more than anything to be an idol. She was lonely when she was young and coveted the attention that those popular performers got — and the friendships they seemed to share with each other. She worked hard and eventually became one herself. And once she had it, she was so afraid of losing it that she would've done anything to keep it.
[Absently, she traces aimless shapes on her thigh with the fingers of her clean gloved hand, eyes downturned.]
But even knowing about that "dark side", it's hard not to compare her situation and mine, sometimes. I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to act that way, but she made it look easy, and it drew people to her effortlessly. That's not something I can do, either.
[...But. That's enough of her own ruminating. A turn back to lighter conversation is in order, and Prompto provides her with an easy out for it.]
...That's why you're friends with a prince. You're one of his guards?
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[She sits back a little in her seat, mulling between bites of her cream puff. The conversation is casual, an easy back-and-forth for the most part, but Prompto showed a little something more than he strictly had to with the way that he'd commented on the subject at hand, and so it's hard not to feel as though the balance has been made uneven. She's not obligated to tell him anything, but...
But there were so many times she made it unbalanced, back at school. Sharing nothing but demanding disclosure from everyone else. An even balance is better. It just feels more right, these days.]
I knew a girl who wanted more than anything to be an idol. She was lonely when she was young and coveted the attention that those popular performers got — and the friendships they seemed to share with each other. She worked hard and eventually became one herself. And once she had it, she was so afraid of losing it that she would've done anything to keep it.
[Absently, she traces aimless shapes on her thigh with the fingers of her clean gloved hand, eyes downturned.]
But even knowing about that "dark side", it's hard not to compare her situation and mine, sometimes. I'm sure it wasn't easy for her to act that way, but she made it look easy, and it drew people to her effortlessly. That's not something I can do, either.
[...But. That's enough of her own ruminating. A turn back to lighter conversation is in order, and Prompto provides her with an easy out for it.]
...That's why you're friends with a prince. You're one of his guards?