The ache of her own betrayal and the severity of the consequences she'd suffered due to her own actions was never buried very far inside Jeanne's psyche and now it blossomed in her mind unbidden, seeping out of her in invisible pulses that could be picked up by those sensitive to their environment. It might feel, if it was accepted and examined, like gentle waves of sobbing battering at another's mind; poignant and pink, warm and snivelling, an open wound that refused to heal and instead railed ineffectually at the world, mourning its own pitiable brokenness, a gaping sore that had once been a whole heart. Her expression shifted, softened, became distant yet vulnerable as she gazed wordlessly at Conner for a short time, trying not to think of Leo and Taylor and failing miserably.
"Seen it? Yes," she agreed softly, the left corner of her mouth trembling in what appeared to be an attempt at a confident smile... that simply wasn't anything of the sort. It gave up as she confessed a little more of her soul than she ought, prompted by that kindred spirit notion and the desire to talk in a real way with someone who may not judge her as harshly as Charon or she herself had. "Lived it, too," she added sadly, maintaining steady eye contact with her companion, their dark blue depths roiling like soft serve ice cream rippling into an overflowing ice cream cone. "Except that I must admit to not... keeping my focus as clear as you seem able to," she confessed and a smile emerged at last. It was professional and brittle, contradicting the emotions frothing in her eyes and the thoughts vomitting from her turbulent mind.
"I admire your clarity in such a confusing situation."
