[ ...

almost if she hadn't heard him, though the catch of her hand in mid-click of something in front of her betrays it; malkuth glances up at him, hand dropping as she speaks quietly. ]

Of course. I'm human, for what it's worth.

[ she gets upset. so easily, in fact, that it's always been a pain -- a detriment, really.

a flaw she can't get rid of, but one that speaks to her passion. ]

It's not like I push it aside or bottle it up. I used to do that a lot more. [ so she still does it. minorly. ] It ended up hurting everyone around me, and I'd say some pretty awful things to them too... I hated it when people underestimated me, or didn't think I was capable. I guess I still hate that, actually.

[ mm. yeah, probably. ]

It made me want to prove them wrong, and... part of me still does, but not like before. Not to the point of killing myself over it.