[ It's not the first time she's looked surprised by something he's said, today, and it might not end up being the last. Her expression softens a little with some sort of relief and she nods. ]
...yeah. Yeah, it does. Thanks, Wash.
[ She has to hold onto that conviction, she has to believe that she wouldn't turn into that person again. A part of her knows that if she was pushed hard enough, if enough went wrong, she might. She'll never be a perfect person, she'll never be palatable to most people, she'll never stop being a hot mess, not completely.
But if she doesn't tell herself that she won't fuck up that badly again, then she can never trust herself to do everything she needs to do to stop herself backsliding in the first place. Because if she could still do that, then what business does she have trying to make a life for herself? Because if she could still do it, then why shouldn't she just let someone shoot her again?
It's not that simple, and she knows it. She's sure Wash does too. None of this will ever be simple, and the way they approach their own bullshit is always going to be whatever it is that's going to get them, personally, by. ]
God. Fuckin'— look at us. [ she laughs, still not quite a truly humourful sound, but closer ] The fucked up leftovers of Project Freelancer, trying our best to not be as fucked up, talking and shit. Fucking pigs are gonna start flying next.
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[ It's not the first time she's looked surprised by something he's said, today, and it might not end up being the last. Her expression softens a little with some sort of relief and she nods. ]
...yeah. Yeah, it does. Thanks, Wash.
[ She has to hold onto that conviction, she has to believe that she wouldn't turn into that person again. A part of her knows that if she was pushed hard enough, if enough went wrong, she might. She'll never be a perfect person, she'll never be palatable to most people, she'll never stop being a hot mess, not completely.
But if she doesn't tell herself that she won't fuck up that badly again, then she can never trust herself to do everything she needs to do to stop herself backsliding in the first place. Because if she could still do that, then what business does she have trying to make a life for herself? Because if she could still do it, then why shouldn't she just let someone shoot her again?
It's not that simple, and she knows it. She's sure Wash does too. None of this will ever be simple, and the way they approach their own bullshit is always going to be whatever it is that's going to get them, personally, by. ]
God. Fuckin'— look at us. [ she laughs, still not quite a truly humourful sound, but closer ] The fucked up leftovers of Project Freelancer, trying our best to not be as fucked up, talking and shit. Fucking pigs are gonna start flying next.