At the words you meet some new friends, she tenses but doesn't move away; if this is a trap, she thinks grimly, let's hear it.
And then slowly the tension goes out of her as she listens.
He's not talking about her. He's talking about him.
"Kinda like that," she says, even though past a certain point the stories don't match at all. Because the people she was working with --
"Only you don't know they're good people," she hears herself say, without intending to. "Not the ones you're working with, not the ones you're pretending to work with, you just picked the side you thought was gonna keep you safe and not make you do anything horrible. And you picked wrong."
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Date: 2008-08-21 06:05 pm (UTC)And then slowly the tension goes out of her as she listens.
He's not talking about her. He's talking about him.
"Kinda like that," she says, even though past a certain point the stories don't match at all. Because the people she was working with --
"Only you don't know they're good people," she hears herself say, without intending to. "Not the ones you're working with, not the ones you're pretending to work with, you just picked the side you thought was gonna keep you safe and not make you do anything horrible. And you picked wrong."