Phase Eight: Recrimination

[emorangerpink]

[Laura's in the brig.

It's at her own insistence, as soon as she was awake enough to insist. Once the medics were okay with letting her out of their sight, she went in to a cell. She's staying there until as much has been done to confirm she doesn't have any more surprises buried in the back of her mind as was done for Cheng, and then some. And it's noticeable to anyone who's used to her appearance that her ever-present amplifier is not on her wrist.

If you want to talk to her, it might take a while. Aside from the exhaustion of the fight, she's spending some of her time awake curled up in tears or otherwise unresponsive. Still - if you're patient, or time your visit right, she'll be able to speak, if you have something to say.]

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[emorangerpink]

I tried to fix it. I made it worse.

[Laura rubs at her face. Frank didn't want her to wallow, after all. But...]

I don't know that if I go out there, try to fight... that I won't get someone else I love killed. Killed so I can live. As if I deserve it.

[betterthnaliens.livejournal.com]

...Listen, Laura. Everytime we go out there, we run that risk. Again, I know that feeling.

Right now? You probably do more harm than good just sitting here wallowing. [awkwardly, she lets an arm wrap around Laura.]

...I know I'm not the best person for cheering up people, but... you're... my friend.

[emorangerpink]

No.

My friends die. Because they trust me.

[betterthnaliens.livejournal.com]

I'm not dead yet. And I trust you.

[emorangerpink]

Please don't.

[Her voice cracks. Tears start to flow silently as her head falls to Christine's shoulder.]

[betterthnaliens.livejournal.com]

[Christine sighs slightly as her arms move to wrap around Laura, holding her close.]

It's okay...