She doesn't want to go there, and she looks down. Her hair falling, to half cover her face, and it's foolish. There's nowhere to hide. There's never been anywhere. This conversation isn't about what it was, but about another one that hasn't ever ended. Things just take precedence and it comes back. The current under it. Because she deserves it. Maybe. There's so much collateral. But she doesn't get to hide.
She took a step forward and turned, to faced him, feeling that awful thing, that resembled part of an ocean beating at her, more than an accidental puddle, that questioned the acceptance of everything she'd fought. They've fought about. Of everything, she's been denying, and refusing to hear. "Maybe you're right."
Not him. Not whoever he was. That Nathan is asking about talking to her earlier. Not the man in the van, and the woman with him. Nathan. Nathan, who she doesn't even entirely want to look in the eye. Hands balling a little in her pockets all over again. "Maybe by shooting the Rev all I did was make things worse."
Maybe Nathan is right. Maybe it is all her fault. Everything that happened from that point forward.
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Date: 2018-06-28 12:52 am (UTC)She took a step forward and turned, to faced him, feeling that awful thing, that resembled part of an ocean beating at her, more than an accidental puddle, that questioned the acceptance of everything she'd fought. They've fought about. Of everything, she's been denying, and refusing to hear. "Maybe you're right."
Not him. Not whoever he was. That Nathan is asking about talking to her earlier. Not the man in the van, and the woman with him. Nathan. Nathan, who she doesn't even entirely want to look in the eye. Hands balling a little in her pockets all over again. "Maybe by shooting the Rev all I did was make things worse."
Maybe Nathan is right. Maybe it is all her fault. Everything that happened from that point forward.