[Lucy started suddenly at movement in her peripheral vision, coming back to herself as her mind switched gears from festering resentment to flight. Ryoji was in front of her now, closer to the ground from where she was sitting, not threatening (yet), still talking to her (why?). She could kick him over from here; her ankle would hurt again, but it'd give her time to run away. Unless he grabbed her feet—
The teenager shook her head, pinching her eyes shut briefly. To stop herself, and to keep her worldview from crumbling too much and leaving her in a foundationless panic. No, that couldn't be true (it could). Lucy was a bad person. This was what she deserved. This is how she kept herself safe. Considering everyone the same, everyone as capable of hurting her, avoiding who she could and putting distance between herself and others (even Minako?). So what if she was lonely?
...she deserved that, too.
It was fine.
(No it wasn't.)]
...why are you telling me this? I'm a bad person. That's all.
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The teenager shook her head, pinching her eyes shut briefly. To stop herself, and to keep her worldview from crumbling too much and leaving her in a foundationless panic. No, that couldn't be true (it could). Lucy was a bad person. This was what she deserved. This is how she kept herself safe. Considering everyone the same, everyone as capable of hurting her, avoiding who she could and putting distance between herself and others (even Minako?). So what if she was lonely?
...she deserved that, too.
It was fine.
(No it wasn't.)]
...why are you telling me this? I'm a bad person. That's all.