( She shuts her mouth with a grimace. This isn't her. This loss of cobtrol, this isn't who she used to be of what she ever wanted to be.
This checks a lot of boxes on "things she hates," actually, but family and brutality are carved into her very bones. She just hasn't worked out what it all means amd how to fix it.
She looks at Sarah and feels the dinking dread of shame and this being so wrong on do many levels (turning a gun on a possibly unarmed and possibly innocent woman just part of it). That shame is tempered and conflicting with a protectiveness that burns her as surely as any brand.
no subject
( She shuts her mouth with a grimace. This isn't her. This loss of cobtrol, this isn't who she used to be of what she ever wanted to be.
This checks a lot of boxes on "things she hates," actually, but family and brutality are carved into her very bones. She just hasn't worked out what it all means amd how to fix it.
She looks at Sarah and feels the dinking dread of shame and this being so wrong on do many levels (turning a gun on a possibly unarmed and possibly innocent woman just part of it). That shame is tempered and conflicting with a protectiveness that burns her as surely as any brand.
The gun doesn't drop.
Quietly, )
Far out. Yeah, we just want to talk.
( She's less convincing than Sarah. )