He's almost happy with her words, soft and relieved with how she sees him and she in turn appreciates that he sees the same things in her. Him wanting to know, to understand why she is the way she is...because he wants to be better for her. She never had this with Max, but sweet Max didn't have an ounce of war in his blood. War doesn't make people incompatible, but it makes it harder.
"I..." she begins, interlacing her fingers with his. "I told you that everything I was was destroyed in order to make me into what I am now. I know you cannot imagine it, but I'm sure you know people capable of such things...How would they shatter the soul of an empath, Ashley? How would they start destroying them before even touching them? And once they were out of ammunition, what would they do to send them over the edge?"
She lets him sit with that for a moment.
"I was the human equivalent of 18 when I was taken from my home. I sat in Hell, feeling everything, while they tortured my friends into the next life, as they were revived with broken souls and a dark hunger. Then they came for me and did the same. We were things to them and even after, with the power of Death flowing in my veins, I was still a thing. Just an incredibly powerful thing with the mirage of freedom. I didn't have a soul though, so I wasn't really capable of caring. But I do have one now, and I also have all the memories of that little girl. Time can't erase that. And those damned flowers are bringing it all back again."
CW: Torture, Assault, death
"I..." she begins, interlacing her fingers with his. "I told you that everything I was was destroyed in order to make me into what I am now. I know you cannot imagine it, but I'm sure you know people capable of such things...How would they shatter the soul of an empath, Ashley? How would they start destroying them before even touching them? And once they were out of ammunition, what would they do to send them over the edge?"
She lets him sit with that for a moment.
"I was the human equivalent of 18 when I was taken from my home. I sat in Hell, feeling everything, while they tortured my friends into the next life, as they were revived with broken souls and a dark hunger. Then they came for me and did the same. We were things to them and even after, with the power of Death flowing in my veins, I was still a thing. Just an incredibly powerful thing with the mirage of freedom. I didn't have a soul though, so I wasn't really capable of caring. But I do have one now, and I also have all the memories of that little girl. Time can't erase that. And those damned flowers are bringing it all back again."