You don't know that! [she snaps before considering, hm, it's possible that he does, in fact, know that. That's not something that fits in her narrative! Besides, he's not like them, and she won't be fooled into taking her eyes off him, which is most definitely what he's doing by trying to make her look at the mess formerly known as horde.
She's frustrated with pretty much every possible thing to be frustrated with, but Ryder is stuck simmering until she bites into her lip and lets out her own hiss of pain. She doesn't -- think she's bleeding. It just stung. Still, it's the reminder she needs to turn her glare to the floor instead and step backwards until she's inside and there's space for him to come in, too.]
Fine. Do it -- yourself. I'll -- get our things. [She sniffles loudly as she turns, not that it spares her arm a smear of snot as she tries to wipe her face again. Ugh.
...Fucking shit, why is she still fucking tearing up!!!]
...I should have -- found you. I saw them shooting the others, and -- you were just -- on your own. They wouldn't've -- I should have looked m-more, when I -- didn't hear you.
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She's frustrated with pretty much every possible thing to be frustrated with, but Ryder is stuck simmering until she bites into her lip and lets out her own hiss of pain. She doesn't -- think she's bleeding. It just stung. Still, it's the reminder she needs to turn her glare to the floor instead and step backwards until she's inside and there's space for him to come in, too.]
Fine. Do it -- yourself. I'll -- get our things. [She sniffles loudly as she turns, not that it spares her arm a smear of snot as she tries to wipe her face again. Ugh.
...Fucking shit, why is she still fucking tearing up!!!]
...I should have -- found you. I saw them shooting the others, and -- you were just -- on your own. They wouldn't've -- I should have looked m-more, when I -- didn't hear you.