[ But she is. Scott's the smart one. She's the dumb one, the worthless one -- muscle and a pretty face and nothing else, nothing worth holding onto unless you're a hippie god who can't reach her here. Not that she was much better there -- couldn't find her brother, couldn't get Coyote to snap out of his slump until she got herself locked in a basement, couldn't do much of anything. Try to be worth something on the Tranquility and the one thing that makes her unique, makes her more than a pretty blonde with freckles, is something next to no one accepts.
She knew what she was doing. She knew she'd be okay. She didn't tell them because they'd stop her, because they wouldn't find out anything if she didn't. And she still can't comprehend why people are mad at her -- is it concern? For her? She's not sure why. All she can think about is the abandoned areas of Detroit she walked in the fog, the place that screams trash and worthless and this is where you belong. ]
don't see how it matters to you either way.
[ She wishes she could be mad right now. It'll come later, maybe. For now she's just tired in every way possible, fingers fumbling on her communicator to try and cut the connection before he says it doesn't. ]
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She knew what she was doing. She knew she'd be okay. She didn't tell them because they'd stop her, because they wouldn't find out anything if she didn't. And she still can't comprehend why people are mad at her -- is it concern? For her? She's not sure why. All she can think about is the abandoned areas of Detroit she walked in the fog, the place that screams trash and worthless and this is where you belong. ]
don't see how it matters to you either way.
[ She wishes she could be mad right now. It'll come later, maybe. For now she's just tired in every way possible, fingers fumbling on her communicator to try and cut the connection before he says it doesn't. ]