"I'm already a dancer. I want to be...better." One doesn't win a handful of modest competitions in preparation for an audition for the Paris Ballet without having some measure of talent. And yet it wasn't enough. Why that was she doesn't understand, but there was never a word off congratulations or comfort for her achievements. It was simply...expected.
It wasn't hard to follow Luke's line of thought. It made her lock up, stare down at her feet and ankles and really look with a critical eye. She has done worse, yes, but chronic was different from acute and this was borderline if not entirely chronic pain and inflammation at this point. She was ruining herself.
And for what?
"...I'm not much to have." Again, the reminder she was to be a physician. She doesn't want to hear it. She hated being reminded of that- it meant she failed. And she dreamt enough of failing without having Luke Skywalker tell her the same. It was a tentative, almost resentful motion, a tense twitch of her arm before she extended a hand to curl it in his.
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It wasn't hard to follow Luke's line of thought. It made her lock up, stare down at her feet and ankles and really look with a critical eye. She has done worse, yes, but chronic was different from acute and this was borderline if not entirely chronic pain and inflammation at this point. She was ruining herself.
And for what?
"...I'm not much to have." Again, the reminder she was to be a physician. She doesn't want to hear it. She hated being reminded of that- it meant she failed. And she dreamt enough of failing without having Luke Skywalker tell her the same. It was a tentative, almost resentful motion, a tense twitch of her arm before she extended a hand to curl it in his.