I don't think you're mentally impaired. Maybe it's you. Maybe it's the drugs. Whatever it is, you burst out laughing, a cold sound this time, your personality about as up and down as your body has been during this conversation. You? Not mentally impaired? You just look at her, brow raised in disbelief, suddenly somewhat disgusted at.... at who? At her? At yourself? She's the one spewing all this crap out about loving everyone, being kind and all that jazz. But look at you. You're the one falling for her story, letting yourself get drawn into her kindly ways, letting your guard down for just a moment too long.

And her family? Why would they really accept you? Could she say that so openly? You don't believe. You don't believe for more than half a moment. And then your patience breaks, your trust for her wearing thin. Her nose reaches out towards your face and you tilt your head away from her, not allowing her to touch you. You don't have to feel pain anymore, I am here for you.” You eye her coldly, give her a moment to reconsider her words, but she speaks again, telling you to share with her, somehow implying that she can make all the wrongs of the world right.

Can she take away your pain just by letting you talk about it? Talking doesn't change the past. Can she take away one bad mistake that led to a lifetime of misery? Can she give you all the love that your father didn't, that your mother didn't? Can she go back in time to make your herd members see the errors of the way? She can't. Nobody can. You couldn't change it then, when it was happening. What can she do now? You're done. You explode in a flurry of motion.

Your teeth reach out, snapping towards her. You don't really try to bite her, it's more of an attempt to keep her from getting any closer- to keep her away. In a drug-fueled panic you try to gather your hooves back up underneath you, slipping and sliding in the mud. Everything seems like slow motion to you, the rather high dose of your plants fogging your brain just a little too much. But somehow, in all the chaotic flailing, you manage to make it back to standing and you look down on her, brown eyes cold and tail swishing every which way. “Just stay away from me.” You stomp your foot to accentuate your point, body dangerously close to falling right back down where it came from. “I don't need your help.” You spit the last words out cruelly. Even her kindness cannot keep you placated in this moment. You begin to move off, purposefully moving though the deepest portion of the waters, sloshing through death and decay, stumbling many of your steps, doing anything to get to a place where she will not follow you. You're leaving. You're done with this crap.

OOC| Aw *hugs* Sorry Oxy's a butt-face <3