[Mako and Stacker and Chuck, they all played a roll. Stacker gave his life for it, saved Chuck in the process. Chuck was willing to die for it. Mako held her shit and Gipsy and him together through a sheer force of will. And Raleigh? All he did was some dumb heroics and suck at dying.]
[ so they both suck at dying. that's about the one and only thing they have in common so far as she is concerned, and they shouldn't because she should have died. but she's trying very hard not to think like that, because her old man's already threatened (suggested) some sort of therapy and she doesn't want any of it. ]
That's how it happened.
[ and excuse you becket everything looks good on her. ]
[Raleigh thinks therapy would be good for her too. But he also gets why she won't go. He never went to his sessions either. Not saying it was healthy, just that's what happened.]
I wouldn't have done any of it it wasn't for you and Mako. And the Marshal. And you know it.
[ because they're at odds, right? opposites, and butt heads so regularly that deep, almost interpersonal conversations like these are pretty much off the table and she's regretting opening her fat mouth to explain how she viewed the destruction of hong kong. ]
Just — quit talking, [ she bids dismissively, and hunkers down in cold silence for the rest of the rotation. they were up there on the precedence of finding mako mori, but by the time they're out of the cart and shooting accusatory did you see her? no? did you?'s at each other, the other girl is nowhere to be found. so, like the dilligent, forward thinking individuals they are, they get back in the queue (he doesn't let her cut this time) and back in the cart, and almost all the way to the very top before there's a terrible screeching sound and they jerk to a stop. for a second chuck thinks the wheel is about to become dislodged and they're about to fall, but they go nowhere and she pries her white knuckled hands off the safety bar. ]
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Wasn't just me.
[Mako and Stacker and Chuck, they all played a roll. Stacker gave his life for it, saved Chuck in the process. Chuck was willing to die for it. Mako held her shit and Gipsy and him together through a sheer force of will. And Raleigh? All he did was some dumb heroics and suck at dying.]
Humble doesn't look good on you.
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[ so they both suck at dying. that's about the one and only thing they have in common so far as she is concerned, and they shouldn't because she should have died. but she's trying very hard not to think like that, because her old man's already threatened (suggested) some sort of therapy and she doesn't want any of it. ]
That's how it happened.
[ and excuse you becket everything looks good on her. ]
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I wouldn't have done any of it it wasn't for you and Mako. And the Marshal. And you know it.
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[ because they're at odds, right? opposites, and butt heads so regularly that deep, almost interpersonal conversations like these are pretty much off the table and she's regretting opening her fat mouth to explain how she viewed the destruction of hong kong. ]
Just — quit talking, [ she bids dismissively, and hunkers down in cold silence for the rest of the rotation. they were up there on the precedence of finding mako mori, but by the time they're out of the cart and shooting accusatory did you see her? no? did you?'s at each other, the other girl is nowhere to be found. so, like the dilligent, forward thinking individuals they are, they get back in the queue (he doesn't let her cut this time) and back in the cart, and almost all the way to the very top before there's a terrible screeching sound and they jerk to a stop. for a second chuck thinks the wheel is about to become dislodged and they're about to fall, but they go nowhere and she pries her white knuckled hands off the safety bar. ]
Jesus fuck.