[ The first thing Maria says definitely has Ashe’s hackles raised and she sits up to look down at her instead. There are good few things she wants to say in response to that after it struck a nerve just a little too hard. However, Maria keeps going and she huffs as she cracks her knuckles, sitting on her knees and very much looking ready for a fight.
The problem is that her girlfriend isn’t wrong about any of it, and every word stirs and mixes a little bit of anger, a little bit of fear and a little bit of something else that is almost a bit too much for her to process at once. And she isn’t even drunk. Finally, when Maria makes it very evident, again, that she cares and that maybe Ashe should get out while she still can, she breathes a heavy, frustrated sigh and rakes her fingers through her hair. Her anger hasn’t reached a boiling point, nor is it explosive, surprisingly. In fact, she begins looking just a touch more conflicted than angry.
She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Suddenly, she wishes that she had also downed an entire bottle of bourbon. Her mind is racing a million miles a minute and she can’t find the words to come up with a good response or a snappy comeback.
She moves to sit back against the headboard, draping her arms over her knees and tilting her head back to rest against the wall. Finally, she gives a small shrug of her shoulders. ]
You know I won't walk away. I can't just leave behind everything I worked for and the gang I pledged my loyalty to. [ She pauses. ] Will all that trouble really be worth it... for you?
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The problem is that her girlfriend isn’t wrong about any of it, and every word stirs and mixes a little bit of anger, a little bit of fear and a little bit of something else that is almost a bit too much for her to process at once. And she isn’t even drunk. Finally, when Maria makes it very evident, again, that she cares and that maybe Ashe should get out while she still can, she breathes a heavy, frustrated sigh and rakes her fingers through her hair. Her anger hasn’t reached a boiling point, nor is it explosive, surprisingly. In fact, she begins looking just a touch more conflicted than angry.
She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Suddenly, she wishes that she had also downed an entire bottle of bourbon. Her mind is racing a million miles a minute and she can’t find the words to come up with a good response or a snappy comeback.
She moves to sit back against the headboard, draping her arms over her knees and tilting her head back to rest against the wall. Finally, she gives a small shrug of her shoulders. ]
You know I won't walk away. I can't just leave behind everything I worked for and the gang I pledged my loyalty to. [ She pauses. ] Will all that trouble really be worth it... for you?