Similarities aside, of which there were a few, they held remarkable differences. Valerie had always liked sports, took to training like a duck to water and perhaps most of all had survived past eighteen. Allison had only been chosen for three years before she was wiped from the earth. How could that be right? How could anyone properly justify a girl losing her life so young, regardless of the cause? To say that it was just the way things were felt wrong. Whatever life a Watcher had as member of the council, at least they had one. Far longer than any of the girls trained and set loose.
On some level, despite the sadness that clouded her thoughts, Valerie liked that they had common ground. Books, learning, thinking… If she could have met Allison, perhaps they would have gotten along. Then again, she’d be seven and that would be awkward but if the timeline hadn’t fallen the way it did, if the girl had survived, if Valerie had been called by another's demise… In another life, they could have been friends.
“None of the Watchers I met were warm.” Valerie shrugged lightly. They were the cogs that kept the machine running. People who owned pet stores didn’t get attached to the animals they kept caged, it was bad for business. However it was the word resolve that had Valerie glance up at Julianna somewhat curiously. Whether she was right or not, Valerie felt like that had something to do with her, otherwise why would the woman share any of this information freely? It certainly humanised her, a glimpse into the pain that touched her life, left it’s mark on her the way relationships often did.
Empathy wasn’t something that could be taught. You either felt it or you didn’t. Right then witnessing the emotions play over Julianna, you’d have to be heartless not to feel anything. Valerie might not spend a large amount of time with people so much as being around them but she knew how to comfort. One hand reached out to lightly clasp around the Watcher’s and she gave a gentle reassuring squeeze before taking her hand back.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Valerie said softly, then pushed a few chips around on the cellophane awkwardly for a second while she gathered her thoughts. “I appreciate you telling me this, I can see it isn’t easy. I will say that it’s nice to know that even though distance is usually kept, that there are those who actually mourn for us when we’re gone.” Valerie studied Julianna’s face as she spoke, eyebrows drawn together slightly as she added, “I’m not sure what I can do and please correct me if I’m wrong but… It feels like you want…” Shoulders lifted then as the blonde struggled to place the exact feeling. “I’m not sure, but something, to do with me?”
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on 2013-11-08 09:08 pm (UTC)On some level, despite the sadness that clouded her thoughts, Valerie liked that they had common ground. Books, learning, thinking… If she could have met Allison, perhaps they would have gotten along. Then again, she’d be seven and that would be awkward but if the timeline hadn’t fallen the way it did, if the girl had survived, if Valerie had been called by another's demise… In another life, they could have been friends.
“None of the Watchers I met were warm.” Valerie shrugged lightly. They were the cogs that kept the machine running. People who owned pet stores didn’t get attached to the animals they kept caged, it was bad for business. However it was the word resolve that had Valerie glance up at Julianna somewhat curiously. Whether she was right or not, Valerie felt like that had something to do with her, otherwise why would the woman share any of this information freely? It certainly humanised her, a glimpse into the pain that touched her life, left it’s mark on her the way relationships often did.
Empathy wasn’t something that could be taught. You either felt it or you didn’t. Right then witnessing the emotions play over Julianna, you’d have to be heartless not to feel anything. Valerie might not spend a large amount of time with people so much as being around them but she knew how to comfort. One hand reached out to lightly clasp around the Watcher’s and she gave a gentle reassuring squeeze before taking her hand back.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Valerie said softly, then pushed a few chips around on the cellophane awkwardly for a second while she gathered her thoughts. “I appreciate you telling me this, I can see it isn’t easy. I will say that it’s nice to know that even though distance is usually kept, that there are those who actually mourn for us when we’re gone.” Valerie studied Julianna’s face as she spoke, eyebrows drawn together slightly as she added, “I’m not sure what I can do and please correct me if I’m wrong but… It feels like you want…” Shoulders lifted then as the blonde struggled to place the exact feeling. “I’m not sure, but something, to do with me?”