[ Misato knows, now, that her luck is anything but some vague and benevolent force catching her fall each time she nearly stumbles. It is a handful of scrolls. It is a roomful of men deciphering them, bending the words to suit their needs and tugging her strings to fulfill their prophecies. But that was then, and this is now. She is as free as she has ever been. Her luck is her own.
Bellamy's words is no condemnation. Her smile widens a touch, revealing in the way she tips up her chin in pride. ]
We did. We'll look back one day and see what we did right, but for now-- we just know that we did.
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Bellamy's words is no condemnation. Her smile widens a touch, revealing in the way she tips up her chin in pride. ]
We did. We'll look back one day and see what we did right, but for now-- we just know that we did.