Do you? I get it. I get what... what you mean and... One minute.
[ Jill is as frank as she can be and though she shoud't without forewarning and asking him about it, she still offers him this recent memory, complete with hesitation, with a fight that includes Jill unsure and hurt and hurting him. His current partner is pushed to the wayside even after he suggests she fight Wesker --someone far out of her abilities -- and he just relinquishes his weapons and tries to reason with her. There's something like love in ever movement, every action he takes. And it ends with him holding her. With Jill pushing up and forward even though it's so obvious she's in no shape to. He protests, says that he'll stay with her, but she reminds him that the world is at stake. And he still brushes it aside for her until she physically pushes the large man and tells him what's at stake. There's something obvious about it. That if he goes, it will save him, too. And that's why she cares.
There's a heavy emotional toll on it, especially when Chris forces that partner of his to stand aside and he puts down his weapons. As it is clear that Jill has broken at least a few ribs, among other things. Dark and sharp and clear for her, clear that she loves him. ]
...I know. But everyone gave up on me. There's a gravestone and an empty coffin, you know? But...but he loved me, in his own way. He was the only one that didn't give up. For three years, running on empty. He hopes against hope. He fought to find me. I can't... I can't just abandon that. I have to wait that long, at least. I love him, I guess. It's stupid and I love him more than anything else. [ She breathes in, her nose making it clear that she is hurt are hollow. ] I get it. It's empty and stupid and I... he wore himself into weakness and nothing for me. I care about Parker and Barry, but I owe it to Chris. To aim for happiness for us. I don't know if it'll pan out, I don't know if I'll screw up an lose everything that means anything by taking this chance. But he loved me enough to fight for me and not let me go. To fight for me. I'm not so weak-willed that even as tempting as affection and mattering and... and happiness may be that I'll just give in. He's worth it.
[ Jill's words tremble with uncertainty, despite her own reassurances but she isn't willing to just let it go. It's clear that love or whatever is close to it means too much to her. That Jill doesn't play games or abandon her affection. It might be difficult to get there, but she'd never take someone for granted. She'd never not love them when they love her. ]
If there was anyone I'd try for, it would be you. You're earnest. Not just teasing or desperate or dirty. It's how you felt. You're honest and brave and that... that's more than I can say about any rookie. You're the only person that's ever meant it and apart of me curses how it has come about. You deserve so much more than what someone like me can offer you. Guzma. I...
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[ Jill is as frank as she can be and though she shoud't without forewarning and asking him about it, she still offers him this recent memory, complete with hesitation, with a fight that includes Jill unsure and hurt and hurting him. His current partner is pushed to the wayside even after he suggests she fight Wesker --someone far out of her abilities -- and he just relinquishes his weapons and tries to reason with her. There's something like love in ever movement, every action he takes. And it ends with him holding her. With Jill pushing up and forward even though it's so obvious she's in no shape to. He protests, says that he'll stay with her, but she reminds him that the world is at stake. And he still brushes it aside for her until she physically pushes the large man and tells him what's at stake. There's something obvious about it. That if he goes, it will save him, too. And that's why she cares.
There's a heavy emotional toll on it, especially when Chris forces that partner of his to stand aside and he puts down his weapons. As it is clear that Jill has broken at least a few ribs, among other things. Dark and sharp and clear for her, clear that she loves him. ]
...I know. But everyone gave up on me. There's a gravestone and an empty coffin, you know? But...but he loved me, in his own way. He was the only one that didn't give up. For three years, running on empty. He hopes against hope. He fought to find me. I can't... I can't just abandon that. I have to wait that long, at least. I love him, I guess. It's stupid and I love him more than anything else. [ She breathes in, her nose making it clear that she is hurt are hollow. ] I get it. It's empty and stupid and I... he wore himself into weakness and nothing for me. I care about Parker and Barry, but I owe it to Chris. To aim for happiness for us. I don't know if it'll pan out, I don't know if I'll screw up an lose everything that means anything by taking this chance. But he loved me enough to fight for me and not let me go. To fight for me. I'm not so weak-willed that even as tempting as affection and mattering and... and happiness may be that I'll just give in. He's worth it.
[ Jill's words tremble with uncertainty, despite her own reassurances but she isn't willing to just let it go. It's clear that love or whatever is close to it means too much to her. That Jill doesn't play games or abandon her affection. It might be difficult to get there, but she'd never take someone for granted. She'd never not love them when they love her. ]
If there was anyone I'd try for, it would be you. You're earnest. Not just teasing or desperate or dirty. It's how you felt. You're honest and brave and that... that's more than I can say about any rookie. You're the only person that's ever meant it and apart of me curses how it has come about. You deserve so much more than what someone like me can offer you. Guzma. I...