He sounds so serious, so dire, that it makes something turn in the pit of Lexie's stomach. While she doesn't really have any clue what she and Sawyer were or are or will be, she does know that she loves him, in a way, and seeing him like this, so young and yet seeming to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, trying to look out for her, God, it hurts. It shouldn't have to be like this; if anything, someone else should be protecting him, but it's clearly far too late for that. All she can do is try to pick up the pieces, offer something that will hopefully carry over when he's an adult again, because he deserves something so much better. She's not the kind of person who'd ever feel guilty for the childhood she got, practically idyllic, but rather she wishes that everyone else could have known it, too, and that's stronger than ever now.
"I will," she says, though she has no idea what this Sawyer looks like or how she'd be supposed to know it's him. "I promise." She bites her lip. "Do you have anybody looking out for you? Because, because you should stay safe, too."
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Date: 2011-08-17 09:07 pm (UTC)"I will," she says, though she has no idea what this Sawyer looks like or how she'd be supposed to know it's him. "I promise." She bites her lip. "Do you have anybody looking out for you? Because, because you should stay safe, too."