"Twenty," she said, emphasizing it. Not quite legal drinking age, not that that had ever stopped her before. "I just turned twenty. In January."
His words were oddly comforting, even though she felt that maybe they shouldn't be. Being called broken seemed like maybe it should be considered an insult, but it felt too accurate. She felt like she'd been a little bit broken for a long time but she wasn't sure how to fix herself. But it was the 'like the rest of us' that eased her the most. She wasn't alone. Everybody had their ghosts, literally and figuratively.
Even the idea that he might not take her side left her unsettled, made her curl up tighter. It was fair, she guessed, but she hated it.
"Malcolm Merlyn destroyed an entire part of the city and killed hundreds of people doing it, including his son, my brother. He manipulated me and lied to me and it's his fault that I have Sara's ghost, it's his fault that I'm-- like this." Her voice had started to give way to a bitter anger. "So I don't care what his reasons are, I will never forgive him."
She opened her eyes, immediately seeing Sara's ghostly figure standing off to the side. She lifted a hand to wipe her face, maybe make herself look a little bit less wrecked then she forced her gaze up, tilting her head back to look up at him. "I don't think you're a monster," she said quietly. Monsters didn't comfort upset, falling apart girls they'd known for less than a month.
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His words were oddly comforting, even though she felt that maybe they shouldn't be. Being called broken seemed like maybe it should be considered an insult, but it felt too accurate. She felt like she'd been a little bit broken for a long time but she wasn't sure how to fix herself. But it was the 'like the rest of us' that eased her the most. She wasn't alone. Everybody had their ghosts, literally and figuratively.
Even the idea that he might not take her side left her unsettled, made her curl up tighter. It was fair, she guessed, but she hated it.
"Malcolm Merlyn destroyed an entire part of the city and killed hundreds of people doing it, including his son, my brother. He manipulated me and lied to me and it's his fault that I have Sara's ghost, it's his fault that I'm-- like this." Her voice had started to give way to a bitter anger. "So I don't care what his reasons are, I will never forgive him."
She opened her eyes, immediately seeing Sara's ghostly figure standing off to the side. She lifted a hand to wipe her face, maybe make herself look a little bit less wrecked then she forced her gaze up, tilting her head back to look up at him. "I don't think you're a monster," she said quietly. Monsters didn't comfort upset, falling apart girls they'd known for less than a month.