[ A part of Luisa still wanted to argue. If she wasn't strong enough to protect her family...if that wasn't what her gift is for, then what is it meant for? What was the point of having it at all?
If she can't be strong enough to protect the people she cared about with her Gift...then what good is it?
And she wants to say that...to ask all these things that made her question everything she thought she knew about herself. But meeting her mother's eyes...she can't bring herself to speak around the sudden lump in her throat. She was already causing Julieta so much concern, so much worry, and asking questions that she probably didn't have the answers for wouldn't help either.
And more than anything, she's just...tired. She's tired, and scared, and she wanted nothing more than to be a child again when all the problems in the world could be chased away just by crawling into her mother's lap.
She's much too big for that now, so instead she reaches up and covers her mothers hands with her own, tears sliding down her cheeks as she closes her eyes. ]
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If she can't be strong enough to protect the people she cared about with her Gift...then what good is it?
And she wants to say that...to ask all these things that made her question everything she thought she knew about herself. But meeting her mother's eyes...she can't bring herself to speak around the sudden lump in her throat. She was already causing Julieta so much concern, so much worry, and asking questions that she probably didn't have the answers for wouldn't help either.
And more than anything, she's just...tired. She's tired, and scared, and she wanted nothing more than to be a child again when all the problems in the world could be chased away just by crawling into her mother's lap.
She's much too big for that now, so instead she reaches up and covers her mothers hands with her own, tears sliding down her cheeks as she closes her eyes. ]
I...I-I don't know what to do, Mamá...