[She doesn't know why it feels so inevitable. She doesn't believe in fate, in a predetermined course of events- and yet was that not all Anakin, all Obi-Wan had to return to?
It leaves her shaken, frustrated, and terrified. Dying is one thing. Dying she can accept. But the utter ruin of what she needs to function as a surgeon, as a human being? She honestly doesn't know how she'd ever begin to recover. How she could handle herself, how she could remain sane. She simply couldn't.
Tired and trembling she leans against Luke and tries to put it from her mind. She has the charm. She has powerful friends- though she had never thought of them as such until very recently.]
I. I may very well do so, Luke. I cannot put enough locks on the house without causing trouble for Helios or Sabriel, I have not trained enough with what weapons I've earned here to defend myself and I still do not have my gun.
[She buries her face in her hands. Takes a slow, deep breath in time with the waves. Then another. Centers herself, or at least tries to.]
[Action] June 13th, evening
It leaves her shaken, frustrated, and terrified. Dying is one thing. Dying she can accept. But the utter ruin of what she needs to function as a surgeon, as a human being? She honestly doesn't know how she'd ever begin to recover. How she could handle herself, how she could remain sane. She simply couldn't.
Tired and trembling she leans against Luke and tries to put it from her mind. She has the charm. She has powerful friends- though she had never thought of them as such until very recently.]
I. I may very well do so, Luke. I cannot put enough locks on the house without causing trouble for Helios or Sabriel, I have not trained enough with what weapons I've earned here to defend myself and I still do not have my gun.
[She buries her face in her hands. Takes a slow, deep breath in time with the waves. Then another. Centers herself, or at least tries to.]
...that is an excellent idea.