“It’s not- I’m not… sayin’ it’s wrong!” Viper furrows her brow, her foot begins tapping and her arms cross across her chest. She’s having increasing trouble trying to describe just how and why she was so hurt by it. Because he was right! He was alive. And she would have done the same. So why… did it feel so awful to hear him push back at her with that?
It was unfair to expect him to have acted differently. She knew Abel. Even from their first conversation, they’d just… got each other in ways that even they probably hadn’t really put conscious thought into. Two self-sacrificing individuals. One in their nature, and one learned by the bonds forged on this train.
“I’m jus’ sayin’ that… ever since Jagal ditched us… can’t get it outta my head that a lotta things here’ve been my fault.” She frowned further, deeper than she had before, before she found herself sitting at the end of Abel’s hospital bed. She needed to sit down. Maybe that could be enough of a weight off of her already-tired body. Little does she know, Jagal was actually here.
She fidgets with her hair, rubbing a small curl of it through her fingers, avoiding looking up at Abel’s face.
“Know it’s kinda hard for ya t’ get why I feel that way. But…I saw m’life flash ‘fore my eyes. I was so close ta dyin’… but R.N.A…” Her throat feels tighter. “…It’s jus’ not as, like, easy as bein’ just glad ta survive. I felt… I…”
“I didn’t do anythin’ t’try’n help them. Or ya. I…like, I dunno.” Her free hand waves a bit uselessly. “… It’s botherin’ me. That I jus’ can’t bring m’self ta try’n help. Or somethin’.”
