[ She told herself that, ages and ages ago. To make herself feel superior, to make herself feel better. It'd worked. For a while. She almost flinches when his hand settles on her shoulder and her first instinct is to throw him off. To find somewhere where she can stew in her own misery.
But that isn't going to help. Is it? She shifts her weight, not quite throwing his hand off. A part of her would like to. ]
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But that isn't going to help. Is it? She shifts her weight, not quite throwing his hand off. A part of her would like to. ]
I shouldn't - I don't need a team.
[ Which is another lie. She hurts. Badly. ]
I shouldn't need people.
[ But she does, even if she denies it out loud. ]