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What did she want to do? Her mind continued to blank, effectively being unable to make a decision like that. She supposed the right thing to do would be to involve Hit-Wizards, contact the Ministry and effectively wash her hands from the matter, but that did not seem to be an effective route to her. The Ministry had done little to nothing concerning their return (to what she understood), and they certainly had not caught these people, even a little under a year later so would it even be worth the time? Would they even care?

Saoirse thought, vaguely, of stating these thoughts, but those words promptly died in her throat as Howell spoke again. She didn't want him to feel like she was forcing him to without how he felt, or what he was thinking just because she had asked him to. Saoirse quickly tore her gaze away from her arms and back to his face. And it almost startled her, how much it struck her, with the amount of emotion present on it took over her.

She struggled, for a moment, unsure of what to say or what to do, except for expressing to him that she didn't want to hold him back.

"You can be upset," she relented softly, and then felt a strange effect within her occur. Her shoulders sagged, and her heart suddenly felt heavy, like it could bare not a thing more. The terror which she had so expertly lidded since Sunday began its steady ascent toward her forethoughts, and before Saoirse could stop it, it overtook her.

"Howell," she choked suddenly, unable to withhold her thoughts and fears any longer. Something like tears formed in her eyes, but unable to without anything else, Saoirse ignored them.

"This scares me, it scares me and I don't want to be scared." She pointed at the box in his hands, voice ripe with issues unresolved for the past year. "So I thought if you didn't get worried, then I wouldn't have to feel like this. That I would be--"

Saoirse stopped, feeling a wetness on her face. Shakily, she reached her hand up to press her fingers to her cheeks. She had begun to cry? In front of--- completely seized by this development, Saoirse quickly spun her back to Howell and unrooted herself from where she was to.... dart into her closet. Pushing her back into its corner, she slid to the ground and let the tight proximity of the three walls help calm her.