Isaac said nothing.
Seeing that, her expression, normally so cold and distant, started to falter.
"A-answer me," she whispered. "Please."
This time, the pressure on his throat grew stronger. It was not enough to harm anyone, but it was enough to show that she was no longer fully in control.
So this is why her Affection wasn't 100.
Alice had been holding herself back. She was suppressing what she felt, telling herself it was too much, and too twisted. She had been trying to be the version of herself she thought he wanted.
Even now, as her hands shook and her voice trembled, he could see the glisten of tears at the edge of her eyes.
Alice wasn't trying to scare him.
She hated this part of herself. She hated what she was doing. But she couldn't stop feeling it either.
'I thought we solved this the last time we talked,' Isaac thought. 'But even back then... she was already suppressing this. These are her real feelings.'
