[She's silent for a moment, fixated on the steak once more, jarred from the weak comfort she had been taking from being able to eat.]
When have I ever been afraid of you.
[She doesn't think it's him that frightens her. She sets the fork down, toying the meat up in her fingers, leaning forward to tear off a piece with her teeth. It's never really him, the fear is always of herself; her reactions to familiar things, her weaknesses. (You sound like him sometimes, especially when you're being haughty.) She swallows without chewing much.]
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
When have I ever been afraid of you.
[She doesn't think it's him that frightens her. She sets the fork down, toying the meat up in her fingers, leaning forward to tear off a piece with her teeth. It's never really him, the fear is always of herself; her reactions to familiar things, her weaknesses. (You sound like him sometimes, especially when you're being haughty.) She swallows without chewing much.]