I've met some incredible people here that reminded me of legends, but they're just people to me now. Stories aren't anything like the real thing.

[ Her eyes lift and she gazes at the other woman before she softens, swallowing the lump in her throat as she runs her hand over her scar, absently, her heart a little heavy and thick in her chest. When she finally manages to find the words inside of her, they come out soft and quiet, a little sad, even as she tries to find it deep inside of her to push forward, and pretend that she's okay.

She's good at pretending. ]

It was something I had to do. I... I know it's - it's hard. But they had to be safe, and that was more important than anything else, even me.