[She hates him for those kisses, and is so grateful to have them. She can tell herself that it's not too much, that it's not some betrayal to Ellie - and she doesn't think about how it should be impossible to rationalize being in love with someone else just because she hasn't kissed him on the lips since things with Ellie were official - because it's just kisses to her cheek, and maybe they could be innocent.
They're not, but she's gotten so good at lying to herself.
The question is something else entirely, and she tenses, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, holding on.]
What else was I gonna do?
[She sounds so bitter.
In part, it was for Ellie, because she had to prepare like Ellie was going to be able to use that gun when Steph came for her, but she knows that even if that wasn't a reason, she likely still would have come armed.
Because really, what else was she going to do? Throw batarangs at highly trained soldiers? Hit them with a stick?
She remembers fighting in against the Masked in the world they lost, how futile it was, how she died when there were too many and she wasn't good enough.
There was no way she was letting that happen again, not when she had to save the people she loves.]
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They're not, but she's gotten so good at lying to herself.
The question is something else entirely, and she tenses, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, holding on.]
What else was I gonna do?
[She sounds so bitter.
In part, it was for Ellie, because she had to prepare like Ellie was going to be able to use that gun when Steph came for her, but she knows that even if that wasn't a reason, she likely still would have come armed.
Because really, what else was she going to do? Throw batarangs at highly trained soldiers? Hit them with a stick?
She remembers fighting in against the Masked in the world they lost, how futile it was, how she died when there were too many and she wasn't good enough.
There was no way she was letting that happen again, not when she had to save the people she loves.]