[ Distress is written plainly on her features as she turns everything over in her foggy mind. Her initial kneejerk thought is run but, even if she truly wanted to, she couldn't. In more than one sense. Physically, it would be literally impossible to try and escape. Mentally and emotionally, she can't actually bring herself to want to leave. Even if it would be better, even if it meant that they'd be safer-
You gotta trust me.
The implications of 'trust' don't paint pretty pictures in Rose's mind. Trust me, a dulcet voice hums in her head before a squick of blood followed by a thump. Just trust me! comes a sing-song saying before the silence of a sniper rifle snuffs out two lives before her eyes. Trust is merely a tool to be used against her; trust is only something that ends up hurting far more than its worth in all the worst ways. ]
Promise you won't leave?
[ And yet despite herself, she wants to. Maybe it's naive, maye it's too idealistic. She wants to believe in him because the woman wouldn't be here in this moment if she hadn't allowed herself to all the times before. For all the scars on her heart, for all the grief that it's caused, Rose wouldn't be where she is without trust. She would have never said 'yes' to his help the first time and might instead be suffering from a likely similar fate only to die cold and alone. So for as terrifying and trying as trust is, the latter is far more grim and not the path she wants to take even if it might be the path she deserves. ]
Promise m-
[ Her eyes roll back - taking the rest of her with them - as she chokes on the words still on her tongue. Muscles go from taut to slack in seconds as she stars to lose her battle with consciousness. So much for 'no sleeping.' ]
no subject
You gotta trust me.
The implications of 'trust' don't paint pretty pictures in Rose's mind. Trust me, a dulcet voice hums in her head before a squick of blood followed by a thump. Just trust me! comes a sing-song saying before the silence of a sniper rifle snuffs out two lives before her eyes. Trust is merely a tool to be used against her; trust is only something that ends up hurting far more than its worth in all the worst ways. ]
Promise you won't leave?
[ And yet despite herself, she wants to. Maybe it's naive, maye it's too idealistic. She wants to believe in him because the woman wouldn't be here in this moment if she hadn't allowed herself to all the times before. For all the scars on her heart, for all the grief that it's caused, Rose wouldn't be where she is without trust. She would have never said 'yes' to his help the first time and might instead be suffering from a likely similar fate only to die cold and alone. So for as terrifying and trying as trust is, the latter is far more grim and not the path she wants to take even if it might be the path she deserves. ]
Promise m-
[ Her eyes roll back - taking the rest of her with them - as she chokes on the words still on her tongue. Muscles go from taut to slack in seconds as she stars to lose her battle with consciousness. So much for 'no sleeping.' ]