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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2024-06-21 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean?" she asks, watching him. The stoicism is... neither here nor there just now in her opinion. She isn't happy that she hurt people when she arrived, but she thought she had to under the circumstances. If she'd had warning, she wouldn't have. As far as she's concerned it's the Admiral's fault.

Others don't agree.
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2024-06-22 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean it might be a fucking warden," she answers, bluntly.

"I said I was letting this one go. I meant it. If it happens again that's off the table, but we'll deal with it then."

If it happens again, Rosita won't care what Godric says about it, or Jesus himself. Not unless it's wildly out of the ordinary.

"It might be someone you didn't know even cared about anyone you hurt, or it might be someone using the excuse."
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2024-06-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"We are." Rosita can be cagey with details, especially with strangers, but this she doesn't mind being common knowledge. It's not worth trying to hide, and it's nothing either of them can change, given how different their world is from most of the others she's heard of here.

"There was a virus in our world, a couple years ago. It killed almost everyone, and then... brought them back." It's a gross oversimplification, but there aren't really words to convey the horror of it all anyway, so she starts there. "Anyone left has had to work pretty fucking hard to survive. Other survivors, as much as the dead."
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2024-08-07 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Last thing I remember is getting shot by a limpdick traitor that was supposed to be helping us," she answers, waspish.

"There's someone else here from further on than I am, says I survived that battle, but I don't remember that. I remember going down there, and waking up here without any explanation - which is the only reason, by the way, I didn't come right for you in the first place."