[It takes her a minute as the memory comes down to compose herself. It was bad enough seeing it across the field, but having the memory right in front of her, so close she can fucking touch it, and knowing how it's going to end is-- horrible. Knowing that now everyone that knows her knows this, knows she wasn't fucking strong enough, might be worse.
But then there's Yasha, as it fades away. Yasha who wasn't part of this experience and Yasha who probably could've fixed it, who knows, maybe she'd have died there and Beau could barely handle Molly. The thought of losing Yasha, really losing her, makes her feel sick all over again. But watching this wrap and seeing the bigger woman look small seizes her heart and forces her legs to move until she's crouching next to her, gently laying a hand across her shoulderblades.]
'Mm sorry. I shouldn't-- I mean, it. You shouldn't have seen that.
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But then there's Yasha, as it fades away. Yasha who wasn't part of this experience and Yasha who probably could've fixed it, who knows, maybe she'd have died there and Beau could barely handle Molly. The thought of losing Yasha, really losing her, makes her feel sick all over again. But watching this wrap and seeing the bigger woman look small seizes her heart and forces her legs to move until she's crouching next to her, gently laying a hand across her shoulderblades.]
'Mm sorry. I shouldn't-- I mean, it. You shouldn't have seen that.