Annabelle is no stranger to psychic phenomena, and we must admit her first response is of the fight or flight variety. She's had people mess with her head before, and it wasn't an experience she enjoyed.
Once she realized he's not actually trying to hurt her, she relaxes a bit.
She can't quite throw him off, but she can maintain her "self" in the flood of memories.
Well, shit. All of you had one hell of a row to hoe. Sympathy and sorrow and righteous wrath.
There is no judgment, no condemnation, no fear in her.
This is also a chance to, perhaps, earn a bit of trust. Annabelle allows her own memories to come forward.
Knowing that her skill with weapons is too good, too much. Nervous whispers, mentions of witchcraft, feeling more and more isolated from the rest of humanity.
The terrible relief of finding people who understood, who were like her.
Rescuing a young boy who'd been put in a sanitarium because he heard voices that turned out to be thoughts.
Standing in front of a mob protecting a frightened girl who'd accidentally called fire to protect herself from bullies.
What happened to you will not happen here, not while any of us draw breath. I swear it.
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:37 pm (UTC)Once she realized he's not actually trying to hurt her, she relaxes a bit.
She can't quite throw him off, but she can maintain her "self" in the flood of memories.
Well, shit. All of you had one hell of a row to hoe. Sympathy and sorrow and righteous wrath.
There is no judgment, no condemnation, no fear in her.
This is also a chance to, perhaps, earn a bit of trust. Annabelle allows her own memories to come forward.
Knowing that her skill with weapons is too good, too much. Nervous whispers, mentions of witchcraft, feeling more and more isolated from the rest of humanity.
The terrible relief of finding people who understood, who were like her.
Rescuing a young boy who'd been put in a sanitarium because he heard voices that turned out to be thoughts.
Standing in front of a mob protecting a frightened girl who'd accidentally called fire to protect herself from bullies.
What happened to you will not happen here, not while any of us draw breath. I swear it.