With that, she grabs his hand and slowly (and irreversibly) tugs him backwards a few feet, further away from the madding crowd, so that she can get out of the line of sight of everyone but Tom.
Words usually come easily for Kendra. But there's something undefinably horrible about just abandoning him on a dying world, something that she can't quite articulate while he's seemingly in panicked about-to-bolt-pell-mell-into-certain-death mode. She has to try to calm him down first.
Then maybe he'll actually listen.
Right now, the only thing she can do is silently lift up the gold of her mask, so that she can finally let him look at her eyes.
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Date: 2008-05-07 01:54 am (UTC)Words usually come easily for Kendra. But there's something undefinably horrible about just abandoning him on a dying world, something that she can't quite articulate while he's seemingly in panicked about-to-bolt-pell-mell-into-certain-death mode. She has to try to calm him down first.
Then maybe he'll actually listen.
Right now, the only thing she can do is silently lift up the gold of her mask, so that she can finally let him look at her eyes.