[ She's been through this before. She knows what she'll do. She'll push those closest to her into doing things they don't want to. She'll insist she's doing it for the right reasons, even when all she's doing is being selfish. She'll lash out, and she'll hurt them, and she'll blindly wander down the wrong path until her mistakes get someone else killed.
She can't handle it again. Not another time. That's why Peregrine tries to run. That's why she tries to retreat, to withdraw from yet another person who loves her.
But Maya won't let her. ]
When you're used to alone, When you're used to assuming that No one else knows what you know—
[ One of her shaking hands cups Maya's cheek. ]
Someone's love feels impossibly good. Someone's love feels like home.
[ Peregrine can't do this again. But she can't be alone, either. ]
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She can't handle it again. Not another time. That's why Peregrine tries to run. That's why she tries to retreat, to withdraw from yet another person who loves her.
But Maya won't let her. ]
When you're used to alone,
When you're used to assuming that
No one else knows what you know—
[ One of her shaking hands cups Maya's cheek. ]
Someone's love feels impossibly good.
Someone's love feels like home.
[ Peregrine can't do this again. But she can't be alone, either. ]