[She's quiet while he's speaking, finally looking toward him again for the first time in several minutes. She opens her mouth for a reflexive denial, that he wouldn't have deserved bleeding out -- that he shouldn't even have been there, he shouldn't have been anywhere close, she was the one who had swung the bat, she had been deemed the culprit -- but bites her tongue to let him continue.
And even when he stops talking, she can't answer immediately, because she doesn't quite trust her voice. It's not just the fear, the unhappiness that he'd been injured, or even just happiness that the others had accepted him, in spite of everything she had done in his name, but... more than anything else, she's proud of him. He really is stepping up to be a good leader.]
I see.
[There it is. There's a tiny smile. She is so absurdly proud of him right now.]
I think... as long as they listen to you now, they will be fine. [Or as fine as they can be, with the whole COULD BE BLOWN UP ANY SECOND thing.]
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And even when he stops talking, she can't answer immediately, because she doesn't quite trust her voice. It's not just the fear, the unhappiness that he'd been injured, or even just happiness that the others had accepted him, in spite of everything she had done in his name, but... more than anything else, she's proud of him. He really is stepping up to be a good leader.]
I see.
[There it is. There's a tiny smile. She is so absurdly proud of him right now.]
I think... as long as they listen to you now, they will be fine. [Or as fine as they can be, with the whole COULD BE BLOWN UP ANY SECOND thing.]