11-08-2020, 06:45 AM
Selina leans into the contact, needing it desperately at this moment. They were trapped and there truly seemed to be nothing she could do to protect them...to protect herself. So she grips Tomeal's hand, the babbling of Simon's conjectures fading into the depths of her heart beating harshly in her ears. "Is there no other way?" It's a plaintive query, faintly spoken, nearly hopeless.
[[OoC: Just want to let everyone know, I'm not intentionally gloom-and-dooming this. I have zero idea what's in store or what will happen. This is all Selina. This is her primal fear because she views herself as a freak due to her heritage and is absolutely terrified of the possibility of it becoming worse.]]
[[OoC: Just want to let everyone know, I'm not intentionally gloom-and-dooming this. I have zero idea what's in store or what will happen. This is all Selina. This is her primal fear because she views herself as a freak due to her heritage and is absolutely terrified of the possibility of it becoming worse.]]