[ her silence should be more than enough answer for that. the way she hunches in on herself slightly and stares at her feet. ]
Only towards the end. [ her own guilt before the resurrection was bad enough, was enough to make her hide and throw herself into whatever she could possibly do to distract herself or find something that said 'I'm sorry' to the people of this place well enough that she might not feel like shit. but with the added compulsion like an itch she can't reach, the words find their way out somehow. ]
no subject
Only towards the end. [ her own guilt before the resurrection was bad enough, was enough to make her hide and throw herself into whatever she could possibly do to distract herself or find something that said 'I'm sorry' to the people of this place well enough that she might not feel like shit. but with the added compulsion like an itch she can't reach, the words find their way out somehow. ]