Maeve
She's not going to cry again. She's not. Maeve draws in a shallow breath as to not press against her ribs too much, shaking her head, "Not really. I mean... I'm okay, but not." Physically she's still hurting, mentally she's drained, and emotionally she's a fucking mess. She's trying, though. "They patched me up at the clinic. A beam fell on me when the second floor collapsed as I was checking the rooms." Maeve lets herself rest against the arm of the couch, eyes closing for a moment against the dizzy spell that seems to come when she lifts her head now.
"I mean before it happened... I should have just let you take people that night." Her voice is tight and her eyes prick with tears and she's not going to fucking cry. She can't. She refuses. The guilt wells up anyway and she does what she can to ignore it. Maeve follows his eyes, realizing he might not have been to this part of Sunjata's house before, "We're at Jata's... Only four of us are here. Rest are between the Society and the clinic."
"I mean before it happened... I should have just let you take people that night." Her voice is tight and her eyes prick with tears and she's not going to fucking cry. She can't. She refuses. The guilt wells up anyway and she does what she can to ignore it. Maeve follows his eyes, realizing he might not have been to this part of Sunjata's house before, "We're at Jata's... Only four of us are here. Rest are between the Society and the clinic."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
