( Yeah, 'cause that's unusual where we come from. Despite every antagonistic fibre in her, she can't say that.She hates the words as they're threatening to spill out of her, but she wants to make herself burn, to tear off her own skin. She wants Stephanie to hate her, she wants all of them to hate her and press her away and stop pretending like she could be one of them when it's lies layered over lies, and she's been drowning in them her entire life.
That's melodramatic, right? The difference is that Stephanie has people who care, now. Helena has people who tolerate her. Robin doesn't trust her, and he hadn't even known who the Huntress was before he met her. The people who liked her were the ones who hadn't seen all sides of her, and for that they may as well have seen nothing at all. )
I said leave it. ( And Stephanie pursued. That wasn't on her. She'd tried to warn her away from her own sharpness. )
You want to make yourself feel better? Or do you want to wallow in how bad and messed up you are?
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That's melodramatic, right? The difference is that Stephanie has people who care, now. Helena has people who tolerate her. Robin doesn't trust her, and he hadn't even known who the Huntress was before he met her. The people who liked her were the ones who hadn't seen all sides of her, and for that they may as well have seen nothing at all. )
I said leave it. ( And Stephanie pursued. That wasn't on her. She'd tried to warn her away from her own sharpness. )
You want to make yourself feel better? Or do you want to wallow in how bad and messed up you are?