It warms her, how easily Dorian turns to her side, even as she knows the bond he shares with Gilgamesh is something she could never hope to touch upon. She has seen his soul, true, and has accepted him, loved him, in spite and in part because of who he is and who he claims to be, but their connection is deeper. She can feel it and she lets her gaze flick before she swallows.
"I already know how to summon a patronus and activate my shard," she says finally, her hand squeezing his, the other resting on the crook of the same arm, thumb brushing over the curve of his elbow gently. "I'm not..." She hesitates. She isn't some spineless, sad little girl that might bow in the presence of a man that had tried to use her and had hurt her in the process. She has faced Lord Voldemort, stood before Bellatrix Lestrange and torture itself and not wilted.
Gilgamesh will not get the better of her.
"He can help you and he should stay. The two of you share something very special and that can't hurt, especially when you're still just starting to learn. It might do you some good and stop you from thinking about death instead of happy things." It's obvious that she's still not looking at Gilgamesh himself unless she has to, her features soft and her smile for Dorian alone. "Let him help."
She can stand here and hold her head high, her pride in herself and her decision not to let this drag her down making her seem tight, drawn like the bow she has so slowly begun to master. Hermione may not be as strong as either of them are together, as Gilgamesh is alone, but a part of her still thinks she might well be better; she would never deliberately hurt someone the way he had her.
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"I already know how to summon a patronus and activate my shard," she says finally, her hand squeezing his, the other resting on the crook of the same arm, thumb brushing over the curve of his elbow gently. "I'm not..." She hesitates. She isn't some spineless, sad little girl that might bow in the presence of a man that had tried to use her and had hurt her in the process. She has faced Lord Voldemort, stood before Bellatrix Lestrange and torture itself and not wilted.
Gilgamesh will not get the better of her.
"He can help you and he should stay. The two of you share something very special and that can't hurt, especially when you're still just starting to learn. It might do you some good and stop you from thinking about death instead of happy things." It's obvious that she's still not looking at Gilgamesh himself unless she has to, her features soft and her smile for Dorian alone. "Let him help."
She can stand here and hold her head high, her pride in herself and her decision not to let this drag her down making her seem tight, drawn like the bow she has so slowly begun to master. Hermione may not be as strong as either of them are together, as Gilgamesh is alone, but a part of her still thinks she might well be better; she would never deliberately hurt someone the way he had her.