Agetta’s not sure why it doesn’t bother her to hear the question - but she barely even flinches. She’s the one that brought it up, after all.
And maybe a part of her thinks this conversation isn’t even real. It feels surreal, and if her focus slips just a little more she can easily convince herself that it is Lillith there with her, ready to escort her into the ocean. Into rest at last.
Instead of leaving, she’s quiet for a moment - not quite as long as her initial silences between responses but long enough. Her eyes are unfocused, staring at the horizon that is almost invisible in the night, when she speaks - her voice cracking as she tries her best to explain.
Maybe, maybe she just needs to convince him that death is the right choice and then she’ll be able to let go.
Maybe this is her last confession.
“I loved someone, a love that passed through time and death and too many years to count. He came back to the world for me and would have given me everything. And then I fell in love with someone else.”
And then she didn’t tell him for over a year, and then she didn’t tell that someone else the first existed either, and then she went and had sex with someone who used to be her greatest enemy (and by extension of that rendezvous, hurt a friend - but god we have to stop it somewhere). There is a limit after all to what she’ll say to a complete stranger.
One of her hooves raises out of the chilly water and she takes a single step forward as she feels the despair rising up - eyes still fixated on the horizon. What if she just… walked until she couldn’t any longer? Could her body heal from that?
For now, that step is all she makes and more words begin to spill out. “I’ve hurt them both now, though one of them still doesn’t know it. And I’m just… so tired of failing over and over. They’ll miss me, probably, but if I’m gone they don’t need to ever worry about forgiving me. I can just remove myself from the equation. And maybe they’ll remember the good parts and move on, and everything will be finally be okay. I think... I think I've been ready to die for a while now. I just was too scared to do anything about it before. Now it doesn't seem so bad.”
Finally, she turns back (if he has not moved) to look at the stranger - her blood-matted hair tugging at her skin as she does but she wants to see his face, wants to know if what she has said makes any sense at all.
@[sleaze]