A few years ago I probably would have said the same thing. I thought it was easier to be on my own in tough situations, that it was better that way. But now...
[ Now she knows that she isn't better off alone. When she's alone, she loses herself, and each time it gets harder to come back. Does she wish her family was trapped here with her? No. But also yes. If no one else, then at least Coulson. She'd only just gotten him back, and she will always believe they can get through anything together.
This stranger doesn't need to hear her sob story, though. No one does. So she latches on to the first line of thought that comes to mind, one that's kept her company through many sleepless nights since she arrived. ]
Do you think we're dead? [ She looks over to meet that watchful gaze, asking the question as nonchalantly as if she'd asked whether he thought it would rain that day. ] I'm pretty sure I died before I got here.
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[ Now she knows that she isn't better off alone. When she's alone, she loses herself, and each time it gets harder to come back. Does she wish her family was trapped here with her? No. But also yes. If no one else, then at least Coulson. She'd only just gotten him back, and she will always believe they can get through anything together.
This stranger doesn't need to hear her sob story, though. No one does. So she latches on to the first line of thought that comes to mind, one that's kept her company through many sleepless nights since she arrived. ]
Do you think we're dead? [ She looks over to meet that watchful gaze, asking the question as nonchalantly as if she'd asked whether he thought it would rain that day. ] I'm pretty sure I died before I got here.