[ she supposes she should be happy. after her talk with lloyd, olivia had come to view these gifts with more openness, more optimism. it is a sign that the seniors have come to find her not only capable of such power, but worthy of it, too. it speaks to their trust in her, and such responsibility she would never consider lightly.
but even now, hours after the incidents, olivia can still feel the remnants of that power in the stiffness of her bones, the ache in her muscles. her heart feels heavy with the ghost of other people's emotions, but it is all so muddled and messy that in her exhaustion she can't even begin to piece together which are her own. ]
I was given empathy, [ she explains quietly, and somehow putting it to voice makes the situation that much more laughable for her. give the woman who cries over lone strawberries on a plate the power of empathy — surely that was a good idea.
she sighs heavily, slowly lifting the blanket back up to cover her head once more. ]
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but even now, hours after the incidents, olivia can still feel the remnants of that power in the stiffness of her bones, the ache in her muscles. her heart feels heavy with the ghost of other people's emotions, but it is all so muddled and messy that in her exhaustion she can't even begin to piece together which are her own. ]
I was given empathy, [ she explains quietly, and somehow putting it to voice makes the situation that much more laughable for her. give the woman who cries over lone strawberries on a plate the power of empathy — surely that was a good idea.
she sighs heavily, slowly lifting the blanket back up to cover her head once more. ]
I'm so tired...