[ It has to be a construct of her own thoughts and imagination, what she perceived Sion to be. Behind the grief and occasional verbal lashing, she would give him she had a soft spot for the Director. To her, it's her own dream, too, an image she can see of Sion. The lightest footsteps grace the scene as Alice draws her gaze to him and the boy he holds. Feelings are difficult for her to apprehend, but not the feelings of compassion and sympathy, the ones that push her.
And it's stronger because of the fact Sion is so close to her age. He's done so much for his age and seemingly in such a small amount of time. She couldn't help but feel jealous of him, time to time.
He's crying.
Alice had found herself so tired and sore from the grief that she felt like she couldn't cry anymore, not like him. He's so open, even Alice finds herself envying he's even shedding tears to begin with. Not her, she's losing control, she's losing her mind again. ]
Oh, Sion...
[ She still can't touch him or offer him physical comfort, just her words. Her voice, it's softer than she's ever displayed with him. She settles in front of him, her hands folding neatly in her lap. ]
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And it's stronger because of the fact Sion is so close to her age. He's done so much for his age and seemingly in such a small amount of time. She couldn't help but feel jealous of him, time to time.
He's crying.
Alice had found herself so tired and sore from the grief that she felt like she couldn't cry anymore, not like him. He's so open, even Alice finds herself envying he's even shedding tears to begin with. Not her, she's losing control, she's losing her mind again. ]
Oh, Sion...
[ She still can't touch him or offer him physical comfort, just her words. Her voice, it's softer than she's ever displayed with him. She settles in front of him, her hands folding neatly in her lap. ]
Sion, look at me.