(She stops dead in her tracks, her jaw set. It's not the comment about leaving, because that's just what she does. Sometimes it is without warning and if Beau isn't used to that by now, well, Yasha isn't sure what to say in reply. To comment that the rest of them will have to look after Molly though... that's too much.
Beau most likely did not mean for it to, but her words strike the heart of Yasha's survivor's guilt, so much so that she feels a little winded by it. She turns on her heel. Beau is sitting like she's about to go into meditation, her posture angry and recalcitrant; Yasha storms back over, fists a hand into the neck of her singlet, and pulls her up from her spot.)
He is my friend, (she says. Her eyes flash like thunder, threatening, but the corners of her mouth tremble.) He is my family. I–
(She pauses, breathing heavily. She doesn't cry. Yasha doesn't remember the last time she cried, but for a moment she feels breathless with it, almost choked with tears. She loathes the idea of anybody thinking she can't look after her friends. That there might be a sliver of Beau that holds her responsible for getting kidnapped because if she had been there, nothing would have happened to Mollymauk.
She's been holding onto Beau for too long. She releases the tight fist of her shirt she had, and shoves her away, shaking her head.) I can't leave. This is an island.
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Beau most likely did not mean for it to, but her words strike the heart of Yasha's survivor's guilt, so much so that she feels a little winded by it. She turns on her heel. Beau is sitting like she's about to go into meditation, her posture angry and recalcitrant; Yasha storms back over, fists a hand into the neck of her singlet, and pulls her up from her spot.)
He is my friend, (she says. Her eyes flash like thunder, threatening, but the corners of her mouth tremble.) He is my family. I–
(She pauses, breathing heavily. She doesn't cry. Yasha doesn't remember the last time she cried, but for a moment she feels breathless with it, almost choked with tears. She loathes the idea of anybody thinking she can't look after her friends. That there might be a sliver of Beau that holds her responsible for getting kidnapped because if she had been there, nothing would have happened to Mollymauk.
She's been holding onto Beau for too long. She releases the tight fist of her shirt she had, and shoves her away, shaking her head.) I can't leave. This is an island.