[ His arguments are weak, half-hearted things, lacking any real fight, and that's how she can tell her words have managed to reach him. Are they things he truly believes, or just things he's heard so many times he assumes they're the truth? It's impossible not to internalize such cruelties, especially a lifetime's worth. Zelda is only just learning to believe that the Calamity was not her fault.
Zelda does not believe that he is cursed, but she stops short of asserting that. She doesn't want to overwhelm him anymore than she already has by challenging him on everything he believes about himself.
So instead, simply, ] I am not afraid of you.
[ She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out once more to lightly touch his arm with her left hand.
Is he dangerous? Certainly. Could he hurt her? Without question. But so could any other person, powers or not. Yes, perhaps the risk is greater with Darin should he lose control, and he has said himself that he barely knows his own strength, but Zelda can't find it in herself to fear him for that. That would be like fearing a lightning strike every time she hears thunder; she'd rather risk the danger to watch the storm than never see the beauty in each flash of electricity webbing across the sky. ]
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Zelda does not believe that he is cursed, but she stops short of asserting that. She doesn't want to overwhelm him anymore than she already has by challenging him on everything he believes about himself.
So instead, simply, ] I am not afraid of you.
[ She hesitates for a moment, then reaches out once more to lightly touch his arm with her left hand.
Is he dangerous? Certainly. Could he hurt her? Without question. But so could any other person, powers or not. Yes, perhaps the risk is greater with Darin should he lose control, and he has said himself that he barely knows his own strength, but Zelda can't find it in herself to fear him for that. That would be like fearing a lightning strike every time she hears thunder; she'd rather risk the danger to watch the storm than never see the beauty in each flash of electricity webbing across the sky. ]