[...Why are they trying to make her feel better about this?
Dorothy looks between the both of them for a moment--in a look that's likely familiar to Yeager, but unfamiliar to Raven; that same caged look in her eyes that implies she feels trapped. Trapped by expectancies, uncertainty, a lack of any sort of trust that makes her feel like she's under a microscope. Why is she like this, why can't she just be fucking normal--]
...Neither of you have to do this. Why are you both suddenly being so...nice?
[She doesn't need anyone. She doesn't fucking need anyone. She needs to complete this stupid mission and make sure these stupid idiots make it out alive. But despite it all, the question comes out delicate and wary and--
Dorothy shakes her head vigorously. She's going to latch onto that second set of words like a lifeline, forcing herself to ease a touch.]
--Thank you, Raven. It will be appreciated, I assure you.
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Dorothy looks between the both of them for a moment--in a look that's likely familiar to Yeager, but unfamiliar to Raven; that same caged look in her eyes that implies she feels trapped. Trapped by expectancies, uncertainty, a lack of any sort of trust that makes her feel like she's under a microscope. Why is she like this, why can't she just be fucking normal--]
...Neither of you have to do this. Why are you both suddenly being so...nice?
[She doesn't need anyone. She doesn't fucking need anyone. She needs to complete this stupid mission and make sure these stupid idiots make it out alive. But despite it all, the question comes out delicate and wary and--
Dorothy shakes her head vigorously. She's going to latch onto that second set of words like a lifeline, forcing herself to ease a touch.]
--Thank you, Raven. It will be appreciated, I assure you.