( it is so very easy to simply enjoy the things they can only see, talk about just the little things and pointedly ignoring what is lingering under their feet. it's easy and it's safe and—

saoirse can't help but squeeze her eyes shut again at the mention of stuff having been "aired" out. her heart is starting to race, drumming a melody in her chest and leaving this deep seated want to run again. )

... I was scared. ( she admits, staring at their hands and shakily squeezing back. ) I am not a good person, Prompto. She showed you that, reminded me of it. I'm a liar and a hypocrite with blood on my hands that I just... ignore. Whatever hurts, I ignore it. The sickening pain that chokes me every day inside these walls, my hesitation to continue fighting for what I believe in or how blind I've been to my own sister's suffering.

( it's like a dam breaking. these tiny little cracks have been growing, forming for some time and now it's breaking down. leaving her exposed and open and with no where left to go. )

But most of all I wanted to ignore this hurt too. I expressed how I truly felt, my real feelings and then to see such an ugly truth? I thought it too much to handle at times.