Her voice is all wry humor. A little self-deprecating. Because she knows that she's not calm. That she's just managing to hold an existential crisis at bay through sheer force of will. It's only the Red Room's long years of training, drilled into the very marrow of her, that are keeping her upright. Maybe one day the universe will stop surprising her with the unprecedented ways she ends up using that training. Maybe.
There's a faint tremor in her fingers, one that's not usually there. It speaks to what she won't say, out here in public, even when the street is relatively empty for New York. Maybe can't even say at all yet, with the weight of unanswered questions bearing down on her.
"I had to come find you first. It's kept me going."
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Her voice is all wry humor. A little self-deprecating. Because she knows that she's not calm. That she's just managing to hold an existential crisis at bay through sheer force of will. It's only the Red Room's long years of training, drilled into the very marrow of her, that are keeping her upright. Maybe one day the universe will stop surprising her with the unprecedented ways she ends up using that training. Maybe.
There's a faint tremor in her fingers, one that's not usually there. It speaks to what she won't say, out here in public, even when the street is relatively empty for New York. Maybe can't even say at all yet, with the weight of unanswered questions bearing down on her.
"I had to come find you first. It's kept me going."