The girl was silent, simply listening to what he had to say as they approached the facility. She didn’t totally agree with him that talking about it would work everything out. Not only had she given it a few attempts already, but she just wasn’t good at conversing like that. Bonding through activities and spending time together was much easier for her, and he was never one to take up her casual invitations to those kinds of things. Perhaps if she had simply been a little more persistent while not acting so demanding, he’d be more willing to come along. She made a mental note to consider both his and her own thoughts on the matter in the future.
His next set of answers wouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. Iron and Ayaka had a lot in common. Much like him, Ayaka took Beacon very seriously and was definitely a little bit of a loner, if somewhat less so. They could certainly butt heads, but the two got along fine. Isabelle rose an eyebrow as he went on about the other girl, not holding back on his criticism. Out of all three of her teammates, Lucina was the one whose company she enjoyed the most. Unsurprisingly, she definitely didn’t agree with him, but she was having a hard time coming up with any sort of argument.
Isabelle had believed that she could handle his opinions on herself without it hurting, and she was wrong. She had told herself that it wouldn’t get to her, and now she felt foolish. That familiar feeling of dread and regret washed over her as he confirmed her own insecurities, her mood visibly sinking in her expression. All things considered, he had gone easy on her. She knew that. Of course, the bad things he had stated outweighed the good.
Many things ran through her mind that she had almost expected him to add on towards the end, even after he did no such thing. Procrastination. A drinking problem. Fear of attachment, as well as dependency. Extremely and utterly average. Unlike her mother, Isabelle no longer believed she was a waste of space, but she still had a long way to go. As she usually tried to when thoughts like these came into her mind, Isabelle remembered what her sister had so affectionately told her. ’Oh my god, don’t be such a pussy. Stop wallowing in all of that shit, and before you know it, you won’t smell it anymore.’ Lyssa had quite the way with words, and it never failed to entertain her.
’You’re overthinking it again.’
While she had looked a little down for a few brief moments, Isabelle eventually snickered, shaking her head. Stepping into the facility, she looked back and up at Iron with a slight smile after thanking him for holding the door open. ”Okay, fair enough. While we’re at it though- You need to lighten up a little more, okay? I promise I won’t force you to do anything like this again, but I hope you’ll just do it because you want to.” She started making her way for the front desk, beckoning him with a gesture of her hand. ”Now let’s have some fun.”