She's quiet, not to try to keep her voice down but because what parts of her throat are still human feel tight. Her hand that doesn't have a sword in it stretches out; she'd been balling it without realizing again.
"Think I'm starting to get why A2 was the way she was. Being afraid got in the way of what she came to places to do." It's more than fear. She knows it was more than fear. And it's not the way she wants to live. Her free hand touches Pen's shoulder. "I'll be okay. Let's do this." She's. Mostly not lying.
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She's quiet, not to try to keep her voice down but because what parts of her throat are still human feel tight. Her hand that doesn't have a sword in it stretches out; she'd been balling it without realizing again.
"Think I'm starting to get why A2 was the way she was. Being afraid got in the way of what she came to places to do." It's more than fear. She knows it was more than fear. And it's not the way she wants to live. Her free hand touches Pen's shoulder. "I'll be okay. Let's do this." She's. Mostly not lying.