[ She's so angry, still, so mad—but she cries and nods, wailing like a little kid. She's tried so hard to push herself these last two years. To grow up, to be self-sufficient, because—
Because in the end no one can really come and find you, when you're somewhere left for dead.
But...that's not true, is it? Not really? Lexy found her.
...They'd found Spongebob and Farrah, before it was too late.
So. Maybe, for right now, for a little bit, she can let herself be a kid, hugging tight to one of her friends who made a mistake—but who she loves anyway. ]
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[ She's so angry, still, so mad—but she cries and nods, wailing like a little kid. She's tried so hard to push herself these last two years. To grow up, to be self-sufficient, because—
Because in the end no one can really come and find you, when you're somewhere left for dead.
But...that's not true, is it? Not really? Lexy found her.
...They'd found Spongebob and Farrah, before it was too late.
So. Maybe, for right now, for a little bit, she can let herself be a kid, hugging tight to one of her friends who made a mistake—but who she loves anyway. ]