[She's so glad he's not looking at her right now; everything he says is hard to take as is, she doesn't think she could handle it if she had to see the expression on his face, right now.
As it is, she still lets out a sob at that's not Stephanie, clinging tighter to Saul, because it's true, isn't it? It's not Batgirl, either, and she remembers having to struggle to find that on the train, to act like Batgirl should for the sake of everyone else. She thought she had to be Batgirl to survive this, to protect everyone, but Batgirl shouldn't carry a gun, Batgirl shouldn't kill people, Batgirl should be better.
She doesn't know what's left.]
I'm so tired.
[And she sounds it, voice hollow, like she might give out at any moment. She's exhausted, she's been exhausted for months and it feels like there's no respite, no chance to recover from everything that gets thrown her way.
She misses her mom. She misses the feel of Gotham as she perched on a gargoyle, instead of the constant rain and misery that clings to Exsilium, and it's not like those months in Africa, because at least then it was a choice to stay. All she wants is to go home, and it's the one thing she can't do.
There's more she wants to say; I don' know what to do, or help me, but she knows she won't be able to say anything without crying, and she's so tired of that, too.
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As it is, she still lets out a sob at that's not Stephanie, clinging tighter to Saul, because it's true, isn't it? It's not Batgirl, either, and she remembers having to struggle to find that on the train, to act like Batgirl should for the sake of everyone else. She thought she had to be Batgirl to survive this, to protect everyone, but Batgirl shouldn't carry a gun, Batgirl shouldn't kill people, Batgirl should be better.
She doesn't know what's left.]
I'm so tired.
[And she sounds it, voice hollow, like she might give out at any moment. She's exhausted, she's been exhausted for months and it feels like there's no respite, no chance to recover from everything that gets thrown her way.
She misses her mom. She misses the feel of Gotham as she perched on a gargoyle, instead of the constant rain and misery that clings to Exsilium, and it's not like those months in Africa, because at least then it was a choice to stay. All she wants is to go home, and it's the one thing she can't do.
There's more she wants to say; I don' know what to do, or help me, but she knows she won't be able to say anything without crying, and she's so tired of that, too.
She just wants to go home.]