[ Naminé gives her head a small shake, lips parting in subtle, self-conscious surprise. ]
No - you were right to come to me. I'd want to know about anything like this that happens to you.
[ Whether she can provide him as much comfort as she wants to or not. As he speaks again she repeats her earlier gesture, headshake growing firmer. ]
It's not that...! [ Her eyes follow his hand, and once it settles on hers, her fingers curl a little tighter, then relax as she concentrates on forcing them to. ] I know you wouldn't be angry with me.
[ Although that has everything to do with him, with his nature, and nothing to do with whether or not she feels she deserves for him to be angry with her. Exhaling a quiet breath, she makes the same effort to relax her shoulders. ]
The truth is... [ She knows she'll tell him this much, at least, and yet still she hesitates, lips poised for a moment before she finally allows the words to pass through them. ] ... That you forgot the things that you did because you were supposed to forget them.
[ Frown prominent on her features, she carefully removes one of her hands from under his and places it gently against the top of his knuckles, her palm down. ]
And it's very - very important, [ she continues, expression grim as she meets his eyes, ] ... for those memories to stay buried.
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No - you were right to come to me. I'd want to know about anything like this that happens to you.
[ Whether she can provide him as much comfort as she wants to or not. As he speaks again she repeats her earlier gesture, headshake growing firmer. ]
It's not that...! [ Her eyes follow his hand, and once it settles on hers, her fingers curl a little tighter, then relax as she concentrates on forcing them to. ] I know you wouldn't be angry with me.
[ Although that has everything to do with him, with his nature, and nothing to do with whether or not she feels she deserves for him to be angry with her. Exhaling a quiet breath, she makes the same effort to relax her shoulders. ]
The truth is... [ She knows she'll tell him this much, at least, and yet still she hesitates, lips poised for a moment before she finally allows the words to pass through them. ] ... That you forgot the things that you did because you were supposed to forget them.
[ Frown prominent on her features, she carefully removes one of her hands from under his and places it gently against the top of his knuckles, her palm down. ]
And it's very - very important, [ she continues, expression grim as she meets his eyes, ] ... for those memories to stay buried.