[ Kanaya hadn't been very social before the diving, hardly the attentive host you might have come to expect from her. She was just as tense as the surrounding atmosphere, bracing herself for whatever sacrifice she might have to make, or become. She reviewed every contingency she'd thought of with the people who would need to activate them, but didn't get ahead of herself with any goodbyes. No, she had to be strong, to purge any sign of weakness, to not let a hint of her own worries out. If the others saw her sweat, they might lose heart, and so might she.
But now that it's all over, that projection of strength is exhausted, giving way to a desperate panic. The moment they're out of Ronan's link, she's shaking her head vigorously, stumbling over herself to the camera she set up. ]
No, no no no no no. That can't be it, there has to be more! [ She takes the camera off its tripod, struggling with shaking hands to rewind the recording. ] You miserable bitch, you have to give us more than fucking that!
Kanaya Maryam-Lalonde | AFTER
But now that it's all over, that projection of strength is exhausted, giving way to a desperate panic. The moment they're out of Ronan's link, she's shaking her head vigorously, stumbling over herself to the camera she set up. ]
No, no no no no no. That can't be it, there has to be more! [ She takes the camera off its tripod, struggling with shaking hands to rewind the recording. ] You miserable bitch, you have to give us more than fucking that!