(AN: Ugh, god, time to start Paulette. I'm going to be honest, Paulette is easily one of my least favorite characters in the game. Waste of potential if I ever saw it. Still, we got to do everybody, don't we?
I just wanted to write some angst/hurt/comfort bc happiness and Paulette don't really mix.)
#76
Broken Pieces
It started with the death of her father.
Ever since then, it almost seemed like everything in Paulette's life seemed to just break down. Kharg no longer looked at her often, more so caring about Lilia or Tatjana. Or even remembering how she felt when Kharg grew his wings back in Yewbell.
It was like life was mocking her for who she was; self-centered, and obsessed.
"It's not like… I want to be this way…" Paulette vented.
"You depend on others…" Volk slyly said.
For the past few minutes, the woman had been venting her issues to Volk; the Deimos who killed her father. It seemed so odd, venting your frustrations to the person responsible for why you broke.
"I just feel… broken after everything… I'm glad for Kharg, and I'm glad Lilia's alive… but where does that leave me?"
"Delma feels the same way, why don't you ask her?"
"I'm sorry… it's just… I feel like I lost everything when my father died."
"Now you know how I felt… when your father killed my wife and son…"
Paulette looked up at Volk, then back at the forest in front of them.
"I'm sorry my father took your family… and all I did was treat you like a monster…"
And then, the lupine put his hand on the woman's shoulder.
"I'm sorry… I took yours."