[Incidentally, it's not her mother Beth thinks of first, but her sister. Bright-eyed and confident and tough, but— scared, too, beneath everything. Beth's never thought of that as weakness; it's strength, and something she's still not sure she has herself, as much as she tries. She'll never be Maggie.
Her fingers curl a little around the edge of Misato's palm.]
It's not just me. That's good. [The blurring, she means.] You don't gotta worry about me. We just have to stick together, right?
[She doesn't want Misato to think of her as a load, or as someone to be protected. She's always been that, someone else's burden. She's determined to pull her own weight this time.]
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Her fingers curl a little around the edge of Misato's palm.]
It's not just me. That's good. [The blurring, she means.] You don't gotta worry about me. We just have to stick together, right?
[She doesn't want Misato to think of her as a load, or as someone to be protected. She's always been that, someone else's burden. She's determined to pull her own weight this time.]