Blue flinches, and she's not sure if it's at the almost violent discarding of the guitar, or the vicious statement about himself. Or maybe they're the same thing. In her head, the instrument's sort of turned into a metaphor, at least, she's been using it to illustrate one, and it's very probably pulled straight out of his mind, too.
She can only look at him, anger fading into something else. Not pity, the same way she doesn't pity Adam for all he's been through. More like -- frustrated pain.
"The alternative to this isn't home," she says carefully, repressing a shudder in the wet, "and the alternative to you isn't some hypothetical person that Adam doesn't want. It's not me, it's not some guy from some other universe, it's just not you."
She frowns. "I can't tell you that you're worth Adam loving you. You know? I can't tell Gansey that he's more than Glendower, that people need him. I can't tell Adam that he's not his father and he's never going to be. I can't tell you you're enough." She shrugs, frustrated with a losing game. "But if Adam deserves better then be better for him."
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She can only look at him, anger fading into something else. Not pity, the same way she doesn't pity Adam for all he's been through. More like -- frustrated pain.
"The alternative to this isn't home," she says carefully, repressing a shudder in the wet, "and the alternative to you isn't some hypothetical person that Adam doesn't want. It's not me, it's not some guy from some other universe, it's just not you."
She frowns. "I can't tell you that you're worth Adam loving you. You know? I can't tell Gansey that he's more than Glendower, that people need him. I can't tell Adam that he's not his father and he's never going to be. I can't tell you you're enough." She shrugs, frustrated with a losing game. "But if Adam deserves better then be better for him."