<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason, Closed.<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><br/>Jason had drawn a line in the sand between her and... her. Elena had not. She fully felt they were all nearly equal to one another, though as queen bee, she <em>knew</em> she had the ultimate say. Yet like any good mother, she was responsibly lenient, and when it came right down to it, Elena had spent so much time isolated that all she wanted to do her entire life was explore and absorb every culture she'd learned about in school. Somehow, her dream had come true, just not in a way she'd expected. Instead of having to do it herself, she both experienced things herself and through the others. There was no other option, either, unless she wanted to now make the other duplicates sacrifice the lives they'd built to come home. Even then, their memories, skills, and everything else would linger as her own, so she was never truly free of any of it. But it didn't stop her from vacationing to exotic places - like she had when she met Jason - or like she hoped to do again as soon as her husband was available to do so. But it did mean until she was a little better at blocking things out, there was <em>no</em> line in the sand. There was Elena, and then there was... the other five of them who were all just a little off of being personality-perfect with the original who'd taken up aliases to try and have something of their own.<br/><br/>She could never deny them that.<br/><br/>He repeated her wording, but she didn't repeat herself. She knew it was shock, not true misunderstanding, that fueled his question. Though totally unable to look into his eyes, she had managed to bring those orbs to rest on his face, which gave her <em>plenty</em> of information. But for how awful she felt before this - how disgustingly, truly guilty - nothing prepared her for the dagger to the heart that sunk in when he'd tried to ask if he <em>wasn't enough.</em> She may have even winced a little, lips parting slightly as if she were going to respond, but as he tried to continue to express himself, she decided to wait... especially once his hand withdrew from hers and gripped the chair until it creaked in submission. Finally, he got out something that she could respond to, a brief moment where she could try to explain as he deserved.<br/><br/>“I don't understand where this is coming from.” was what he finally managed, and when he'd looked back her eyes just kinda snapped to his and got stuck there, like a deer in the headlights. Save for the fact she was teary-eyed, and still oddly calm.. really though, had she ever been in hysterics? Or had she ever hesitated to speak her mind? The answer to both was no - save when her mother died. That was rough.“I mean, your story, about how it happened. I understand that but... They're not you. Why would you want this.”<br/><br/>Drawing in a breath, she found it stuck in her chest for just the briefest of moments, and then she found the ability to speak like she was so fond of doing, "I understand this is... odd," she began, "just like the others. You know they're all not <em>quite</em> me. Close, but.. not perfect.." she trailed off, resisting the urge to gnaw on her bottom lip. It'd ruin her lipstick, and probably stain her pearly whites. "But really, they <em>are</em> me. I am them. Even if they all came here, if it was just me, I'm always going to remember." A heavy sigh followed that admission, and so she just got on with it. No reason in prolonging this talk that finally had urged the tears from their wells and down her face. "At this point, I want us to be open because it will relieve me of my guilt," somehow, she felt lighter saying that, "and you know I've never been remotely jealous. It's not in me, so it's not like I would have anything to say if you ever wanted to..." she kind of trailed off, then changed subject. "You also know that you are more than <em>capable,</em> papi. With some of the newer stuff we've been doing, it may be the only times I don't feel much from any of the others." That made her smile just a little, even though the tears were slowly continuing. It was then she went back to the actual subject at hand, no further derailing allowed. "I don't know when - or if - I personally would ever want to be with anyone else, but... I'd watch you. So I just figured we could just..." She sort of shrugged. She truly had no set plans, no one in mind, and likely wouldn't for quite some time. At that point, her loss for words was apparent, so she just wiped her eyes, and looked at him. Waiting. Hoping he wouldn't evict her from his lap.</span></span>