He needed something, and she didn't give it; it's simple, really. It's her job to protect him, as much as he sees it necessary to protect her (that order barked at Ben flickers in her mind, now free of battle's heat). And she fucked it up and hurt him.
She doesn't say that; she's not a completely fucking thick.
"I failed you," she repeats, neither sorrowful or angry. It's just a fact. "I never know... I always hit too hard."
Metaphorically and physically. She'd done the same thing with Ben, at first-- pushed him too far and scared him senseless. That she hasn't done it again is a testament to her own caution, which she's sure will fail with time.
(She always expects people to just take the blow, like she does, while knowing she'd hate to see such a fall under her fists.)
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He needed something, and she didn't give it; it's simple, really. It's her job to protect him, as much as he sees it necessary to protect her (that order barked at Ben flickers in her mind, now free of battle's heat). And she fucked it up and hurt him.
She doesn't say that; she's not a completely fucking thick.
"I failed you," she repeats, neither sorrowful or angry. It's just a fact. "I never know... I always hit too hard."
Metaphorically and physically. She'd done the same thing with Ben, at first-- pushed him too far and scared him senseless. That she hasn't done it again is a testament to her own caution, which she's sure will fail with time.
(She always expects people to just take the blow, like she does, while knowing she'd hate to see such a fall under her fists.)