Sure did. [ she rolls the material back down, brings her other knee up to prop her chin on ] We were on the run, y’know, so it’s not like we could go to a fuckin’— med centre or something. Did it allll ourselves.

[ Even though he was the one that shot her, he fussed over her like he always did; his overprotectiveness was always annoying, but she’d never seen so clear a demonstration of the hypocrisy in it as she did then. The way he took care of her. The way he helped her do their shitty, makeshift attempt at physio to get her back to as close to full strength as possible. (“Fuck, North, that fucking hurts—” “I know, I know. But we have to do this or you’ll never get full a full range of motion back in this leg.” Yeah, and whose fucking fault was that?)

It helped, she supposes. She’d be worse off without that help. But she wouldn’t have needed that help at all if he hadn’t shot her, but is she even allowed to feel angry about that when later on she basically killed him? North deflected her anger with exactly that reasoning, not long before he vanished. ]

He always said he thought it was his only option. To get me to go with him. Might be right. I was trying to blow Texas up with a missile pod, but he didn’t— he didn’t even try to explain. Just put up his shield and— I dunno.

[ Uggggh. Talking is weird. And yet it all spills out anyway. ]