( there's something about the mountains that reminds her of idris, it's woodsy calling, the amount of green and striking blues cast about making it difficult not to allow it's trembling calm to seep inside of her. but maybe it's the fact that it does remind her, that if she's not thinking of back home she's facing the guilt of falling to distraction. )

I don't mind. ( while she's normally the type to keep things close to her chest, she doesn't feel as if she needs to keep those guards seamlessly built in his company. like if, perhaps, she let them slip, he wouldn't be prying eyes or invasive, if anything a gentle touch. a means of assuring her for once, for now, she was safe.

it wasn't as if she didn't need it, someone to talk to, some way to relieve the incessant murmurs at the back of her mind chiding her for letting a gaze linger on his mouth, marveling at those smiles; the knife held in taunting to the base of her spine of the fact that her brother was still back at the institute, running everything on his own. )

Back in Brooklyn, there was... ( slow breath is taken, finding some means of arranging her words to dictate the story in a way he'd understand. revealing everything she came from, everything she was all at once was too much. sometimes simplicity was necessary. ) - an attack. A war, really. People against people. The organization I'm part of, we did everything we could to try and mediate it, to try and set some sort of peace— we tried stopping it when that didn't work, but... we failed.

( the slightest furrow of her brow, letting gaze absorb into the blurred peaks of the mountains surrounding them, how the sky's harmoniously colors are met harshly with dark grey. ) A lot of lives were lost. Too many lives, people that were innocent. That wanted nothing more than to live on the same grounds as one another, you know?

It shouldn't have happened. ( and thats why she's here. for the chance that maybe she could take it back, even if it wasn't done by her own hand. )