[Ginia can't remember why, but she knows that look. It's a look she and the rest of her team wore often, at or around his age. It's hard to hope when expectations show otherwise, but maybe, maybe it'll be different the next time.
It never is. The yelling never stops. The punishments never stop. The disappointment never stops. How do you hone a weapon? First you remove the human from the child.
She knows that look and it hurts deep in a way she can't explain. Her hand comes to rest on his head in a very gentle pat, a soft ruffle of his head before she pulls her hand away.]
I'm going to touch your face, let me know if it's uncomfortable.
[Thumb up, pointer and middle finger out, the classic halberd position for borderlines. Ginia's finger rests lightly against his cheek, a borderline held in her mind as she traces her fingers around the cut, a glowing line left on his skin. She closes the circle and flicks her hand toward the center of the cut as she signs "line!" there's a bright glow as the borderline fills the circle and begins to heal him, a warming sensation where the borderline covers.]
cw: references to abuse
It never is. The yelling never stops. The punishments never stop. The disappointment never stops. How do you hone a weapon? First you remove the human from the child.
She knows that look and it hurts deep in a way she can't explain. Her hand comes to rest on his head in a very gentle pat, a soft ruffle of his head before she pulls her hand away.]
I'm going to touch your face, let me know if it's uncomfortable.
[Thumb up, pointer and middle finger out, the classic halberd position for borderlines. Ginia's finger rests lightly against his cheek, a borderline held in her mind as she traces her fingers around the cut, a glowing line left on his skin. She closes the circle and flicks her hand toward the center of the cut as she signs "line!" there's a bright glow as the borderline fills the circle and begins to heal him, a warming sensation where the borderline covers.]