The guilt that isn't there

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All in all, Charlie's dealing with the Nexus as best she can. It's about the opposite of what she'd expected when driving out of Hurricane, but...it seriously could be worse! She could still be in Hurricane, dealing with-

Well, with certain incidents that have been troubling her ever since. Which is why, if someone sits on a bench next to this seventeen-year-old, she might speak up, troubled and thoughtful.

"Hey, this is probably a weird question, but is it...is it normal not to regret something when you did it in self-defense? Even if it was something really bad?"

[ooc: Hiyo, newbie here with potential Five Nights at Freddy's: The Silver Eyes spoilers. Use caution if you don't want them, 'kay? Otherwise, I hope to have fun with y'all!]

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Charlie looks over at Reynard, slightly surprised. She mulls over what he said - yes, it's true, it was what had to be done. The dirtbag literally had her by the throat, and it was her or him.

"Thanks. I'm just mulling it over because the guy I ...killed, also killed others. He didn't do it to survive, and I guess I'm worried about ending up the same way, since I don't feel guilty about it."

There's a pause before she adds, "But I guess those are really two different things, aren't they?"

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"Perhaps." He returns the look with a questioning one of his own and a raised eyebrow. "What would be wrong with ending up the same way? What would be so bad if you did?"

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Her voice is very, very flat and almost tired when she replies. "He killed my twin brother when we were three and killed at least five other kids as well. Kids. And even at the end, he acted like he was doing a good thing, never mind all the pain he'd caused. I don't want to be like that."

[shardofwinter]

Reynard tilts his head, eyebrows up, conceding that as a fair reason not to want to imitate this mysterious murderer. Then he grins a crooked grin at her. "If you truly believe that, then you won't end up the same way."

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At that, she actually smiles for once, despite the unexpected cold and the previous state of gloom. "Thanks. I guess I just needed to talk it over with someone who wasn't involved." She frowns a bit and shivers, though.

"Any idea where I can find winter clothes, by the way? It wasn't like this back home, so this is kind of a shock."

[shardofwinter]

His smile becomes a little warmer, or more fond, at any rate.

"As a matter of fact, I do," he says as he slaps his knees lightly, heaving himself to a stand in front of her. Reynard cups his hands together, then breaks them apart, letting an impossible amount of snow flutter out of his grasp. It clings to the air in front of him like a thick sheet, then, his fingers pinching two corners, he gives it one firm shake. The snow falls off to reveal a thick woollen cloak of the purest white. With a few more gestures that involve fuzzy trails of snow turning into fluffy fur, he gives it a beautiful fur lining and then holds it up for her. "Will this do for now, my dear?"