[ She's done her fair share of ordering people to bed. Funnily enough, harvesting daemons for the Empire seems to lead to sleepless nights for a lot of people, and her mouth is open to feed him the same line she used to feed her troops - if you have to think about it, it's too long - before he continues.
Aranea's never had much of a capacity for blaming herself, even when maybe she should. The result is that whenever she see it in anybody else she's always got the urge to grab them by the wrists and haul them back up over that steep precipice that comes right before despair, and it's only made stronger by seeing it in Prompto. For more than a year (even if it was an imagined one) he's been her light; she won't stand for seeing him lose his own. ]
How do you figure? We don't know what happened. It might have just happened to you, too.
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Aranea's never had much of a capacity for blaming herself, even when maybe she should. The result is that whenever she see it in anybody else she's always got the urge to grab them by the wrists and haul them back up over that steep precipice that comes right before despair, and it's only made stronger by seeing it in Prompto. For more than a year (even if it was an imagined one) he's been her light; she won't stand for seeing him lose his own. ]
How do you figure? We don't know what happened. It might have just happened to you, too.