[ judging by the way Aria goes tense at the sight of her, she's no better prepared for this than Mielle is. it's so unsettling that Mielle is older than Aria last saw her. she doesn't like the uncertainty of it; what kinds of things have happened for Mielle that Aria has no knowledge of? what sort of upper hand does she have now, even in this one conversation? the anxiety itches on her skin, and she crosses her arms to shake it off.
she wants to scream. she wants to tear Mielle's hair out by the roots. she wants to shout at everyone here, grab them by their collars and shake them until she understands, because how can she get away with it, how is it that always always always, without even having to try, Mielle is graced with the love and forgiveness that Aria could never get. but because it's Mielle she's dealing with, she plasters a smile on her face as always. ]
How could I leave without knowing what my beloved sister's fate will be?
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she wants to scream. she wants to tear Mielle's hair out by the roots. she wants to shout at everyone here, grab them by their collars and shake them until she understands, because how can she get away with it, how is it that always always always, without even having to try, Mielle is graced with the love and forgiveness that Aria could never get. but because it's Mielle she's dealing with, she plasters a smile on her face as always. ]
How could I leave without knowing what my beloved sister's fate will be?