She listens to him as it just falls in this waterfall of words. All the things that had happened to him - there's this point where you've been through a traumatic event, and you just sort of word-vomiting the experience to anyone who will listen, even though it's unintentional, even though you know that maybe you shouldn't for both your own sanity and theres. Talking about it is something that happens because it's reaffirming that you didn't imagine it, that you survived it.
Raleigh's acutely aware of how it all works. She's been through it, and she slowly rubs the side of his fingers with her thumb without even thinking as he's so obviously in the memory, because she doesn't want to interrupt that sort of pressure release but she wants to give him an anchor in reality if he needs it.
He offers to be there when she wakes up, and she smiles - it's small, and her eyes are shiny with unshed tears, but she nods. "I... I'd be grateful?" Shrugging her shoulders up, she bites her lip hard before she exhales in a rush. "There's this part- there's this part," she starts again, once she takes a deep breath. "Where you just sort of... let it happen, because you just... you know you're... done. You know that it's done. That you're just... you're not-" She has to catch a tear with her thumb, and she sees the blood on her sleeve and closes her eyes and shakes her head. "You're not going to make it out alive, and you just sort of... give up, and... there's no fighting anymore. That's when Levi walked in, and.... I mean, I don't think I'll be okay for a while, you know? Because that does something to you, I think." It was like that, before. When they got her out of that basement, she'd just sort of... decided she was done fighting, and then a few hours later there'd been men with flashlights, who'd found her.
no subject
Raleigh's acutely aware of how it all works. She's been through it, and she slowly rubs the side of his fingers with her thumb without even thinking as he's so obviously in the memory, because she doesn't want to interrupt that sort of pressure release but she wants to give him an anchor in reality if he needs it.
He offers to be there when she wakes up, and she smiles - it's small, and her eyes are shiny with unshed tears, but she nods. "I... I'd be grateful?" Shrugging her shoulders up, she bites her lip hard before she exhales in a rush. "There's this part- there's this part," she starts again, once she takes a deep breath. "Where you just sort of... let it happen, because you just... you know you're... done. You know that it's done. That you're just... you're not-" She has to catch a tear with her thumb, and she sees the blood on her sleeve and closes her eyes and shakes her head. "You're not going to make it out alive, and you just sort of... give up, and... there's no fighting anymore. That's when Levi walked in, and.... I mean, I don't think I'll be okay for a while, you know? Because that does something to you, I think." It was like that, before. When they got her out of that basement, she'd just sort of... decided she was done fighting, and then a few hours later there'd been men with flashlights, who'd found her.