An internal instinctual conflict contained by the necessity of impeccable outward decorum. No Japanese student would fidget during detention.
[Hierophant must be manifesting all sorts of hands and tentacles at this point, she muses idly. He squeezes her hand and she squeezes lightly back, feeling a fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes at the sight of the finished flower. She blinks them away before they can fall, of course, but it still leaves her eyelashes wet and her vision stinging.
Maybe he'll understand better, now that he's seen the way she acted after being faced with a sight that unexpectedly triggered horrors in her. A calm outward facade containing frantic emotion within. He lays it all out so neatly, it's impossible not to see the metaphor.
Which is why she understands the garbage chute perfectly, and he doesn't.]
You're wrong. The garbage chute is the aspect that makes it indisputably mine.
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[Hierophant must be manifesting all sorts of hands and tentacles at this point, she muses idly. He squeezes her hand and she squeezes lightly back, feeling a fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes at the sight of the finished flower. She blinks them away before they can fall, of course, but it still leaves her eyelashes wet and her vision stinging.
Maybe he'll understand better, now that he's seen the way she acted after being faced with a sight that unexpectedly triggered horrors in her. A calm outward facade containing frantic emotion within. He lays it all out so neatly, it's impossible not to see the metaphor.
Which is why she understands the garbage chute perfectly, and he doesn't.]
You're wrong. The garbage chute is the aspect that makes it indisputably mine.