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It’s definitely a potential consequence. *looks at male!Summer, an unsure expression in her eyes*
*touches her cheek* I guess I won’t then. You know, being male doesn’t take away my empathy. *turns away* And I don’t like it that you’re suddenly scared of me now.
*automatically goes on the defensive* I’m not scared. It’s not fear. It’s…It’s something new, and the natural apprehension that goes with that. *which is, of course, a clever rationalization, but not an entirely untrue one. It is fear, but induced by the sudden change, and a reaction she is unable to explain, which scares her in itself* I’m not afraid of you *she tries to sound firm as she reaffirms it, attempting to convince herself*
Angela! *male voice cracks more than female voice would, but he’s busy and doesn’t notice* You’re lying to me. I don’t even care how you explain it. Just don’t lie to me.
*bites her lip nervously, not wanting to admit to the fear. Fear is a weakness, one she often can’t afford* I…I’m n- *looks into his eyes and can’t reaffirm it again* It’s ridiculous! W-Why should I be afraid of you, simply because you’re male now? You’re still the same Summer, on the inside. I have no reason to be- *drops her face into her hands, shaking her head* I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
You want to tell me why you’re so afraid of men? You’re obviously not afraid of Marie. Did you realise you’re falling in love with her?
*head pops back up* I’m not afraid of men. I’m wary of them, true, but I’ve been given more than enough reason to be. As far as Marie… *is silent for a long space, thinking* I suppose…a part of me recognized…but then why wouldn’t I?
No reason. *shrugs* Although you’re still lying. I know fear when I taste it. Bitter and crippling. All you registered was my silhouette, and your whole heart screamed fear. I swear, you’re worse than Loki about lying about your emotions.
*taps her fingers on her leg, growing a tad irritated* Summer, dear, what reason would I have to be afraid of men? I’ve outsmarted enough in my time to know that- No, that’s not right. I’m thinking of the men of Asgard with that statement. I’ve interacted with enough to know that, just as with women, each individual is unique. But for some relatively minor physiological differences, the two genders are quite similar. There’s as much cause for me to be afraid of men as of women. And, as you said, I’m not afraid of Marie. *laughs softly* Though by some of the things she occasionally says, perhaps I should be. Tell me, was I afraid of you when you were a woman, will I be afraid when you’re a woman again?
That’s just it, Angela. You weren’t. At all. But as soon as I approach you in a male body, despite that you know what soul is there, you broadcast fear. Am I not making myself clear? I’m an empath, hon, and I can hear every emotion you have. You’re not shielding at all.