[She stops. That's all she can call it. She stops thinking, stops freaking out internally about how the blood felt on her hands. How she's terrified Spain will now want avoid her, how she wishes Isabel was here, that she was tiny again and didn't have to be a big strong nation.
She wishes she could let herself cry.] I...
...I want to know you too. But I don't want you to see me as him, or as a stand in for him.
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She wishes she could let herself cry.] I...
...I want to know you too. But I don't want you to see me as him, or as a stand in for him.