[ She glances up as the code lights up, distracted from his ruthless prodding. By now, she's used to it. She'd gotten a taste of it before they'd broken her out of the Matrix. Inhuman. The word is a bitter pill to swallow. No, not melodramatic (or possibly yes, melodramatic, and a sign she should have taken to the end that her world was never real).
"I"m not being racist." Her lips purse, fixing him with a sharp, disapproving look that sincerely doubts that his disclaimer gets him out of the implication. But like most things, it breezes off her back, and she starts to roll her eyes at the rest of the list. Until— ]
Quake.
[ Images come back to her, then. Rocks of the temple coming down around them. The rubble of parts of old San Juan as they surfaced. Trip, stone, falling to pieces. That's where this all started.
It infuriates her. Like a knife twisting in her ribs. And as long as it does, she needs to hold onto that. The same way she'd held onto the rage and betrayal against Ward that carried her through the fight against HYDRA. She'll wear her guilt like a cross. ]
I hate it.
[ But for some reason, that sounds decisive and accepting. Maybe one day, she won't. ]
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"I"m not being racist." Her lips purse, fixing him with a sharp, disapproving look that sincerely doubts that his disclaimer gets him out of the implication. But like most things, it breezes off her back, and she starts to roll her eyes at the rest of the list. Until— ]
Quake.
[ Images come back to her, then. Rocks of the temple coming down around them. The rubble of parts of old San Juan as they surfaced. Trip, stone, falling to pieces. That's where this all started.
It infuriates her. Like a knife twisting in her ribs. And as long as it does, she needs to hold onto that. The same way she'd held onto the rage and betrayal against Ward that carried her through the fight against HYDRA. She'll wear her guilt like a cross. ]
I hate it.
[ But for some reason, that sounds decisive and accepting. Maybe one day, she won't. ]