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“I don’t know… convincing someone we were worth the difficulty, I guess? Actually winning something?” She snorts suddenly, far harsher than intended. “That probably says far more about me than it does about them.” The need to win, the need to feel wanted… like it or not, it permeates half the shit Wessex does sometimes. It makes her feel the insults more keenly - even when they aren’t personal.
She’s not just fighting for her existence, she’s fighting for some deep-seated part of herself that is super needy and could seriously benefit from a lot of therapy. Even when she’s wallowing a bit, she’s hyperaware and eager to turn the questions back on Cameron.
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I’m glad you’re here, but it’s not… fair.” All this talk of wars and rules and death and things they ought to be aware of. She can easily imagine it might be making them regret their decision, even if they just said they would never agree with the Old Gods’ desire for a massacre.
“What’s an atheist?” It suddenly occurs to her that she has no idea what that word means.
She’s not just fighting for her existence, she’s fighting for some deep-seated part of herself that is super needy and could seriously benefit from a lot of therapy. Even when she’s wallowing a bit, she’s hyperaware and eager to turn the questions back on Cameron.
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I’m glad you’re here, but it’s not… fair.” All this talk of wars and rules and death and things they ought to be aware of. She can easily imagine it might be making them regret their decision, even if they just said they would never agree with the Old Gods’ desire for a massacre.
“What’s an atheist?” It suddenly occurs to her that she has no idea what that word means.
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