To her credit she didn't interrupt and listened attentively, just leaning against the edge of the raised garden bed, letting the boards support some of her weight.
She didn't fold her arms, though one curled across her middle while the other settled into the dirt around the nearest tomato stalk, fingers working down into it a little, because as much as 'touch some dirt' or 'go touch grass' was meant as a joke, sometimes it actually helped.
She let the silence hang for a moment, sorting out what she wanted to say, but what came out first was: "I think I was too." Not quite what she'd meant to say or how she'd meant to say it, but true all the same, "I don't know if I was, but it wasn't like I had any other plan if you all slipped up and I managed to get away."
Her brow furrowed, expression darkening with more recent hurt, "But then I did and all that I managed to do by it was get Andy and me black-bagged." A little head shake, finally looking up at him instead of whatever middle-distant point she'd been staring at on the ground, "But the rest of you saved me, too, not just her." Which meant ...something, she still wasn't sure what, but she owed it to them to at least try.
"My family thinks I'm dead now anyway." And back to staring at some distant point, the treeline this time, "Dizzy, one of my squadmates, had the letter I wrote for if anything happened, and even if she didn't trust me at the end," And none of them really had, she'd seen that before Andy had swooped in and grabbed her from the collection team that had been sent for her, "She still would have sent it, because that's the code we lived by."
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She didn't fold her arms, though one curled across her middle while the other settled into the dirt around the nearest tomato stalk, fingers working down into it a little, because as much as 'touch some dirt' or 'go touch grass' was meant as a joke, sometimes it actually helped.
She let the silence hang for a moment, sorting out what she wanted to say, but what came out first was: "I think I was too." Not quite what she'd meant to say or how she'd meant to say it, but true all the same, "I don't know if I was, but it wasn't like I had any other plan if you all slipped up and I managed to get away."
Her brow furrowed, expression darkening with more recent hurt, "But then I did and all that I managed to do by it was get Andy and me black-bagged." A little head shake, finally looking up at him instead of whatever middle-distant point she'd been staring at on the ground, "But the rest of you saved me, too, not just her." Which meant ...something, she still wasn't sure what, but she owed it to them to at least try.
"My family thinks I'm dead now anyway." And back to staring at some distant point, the treeline this time, "Dizzy, one of my squadmates, had the letter I wrote for if anything happened, and even if she didn't trust me at the end," And none of them really had, she'd seen that before Andy had swooped in and grabbed her from the collection team that had been sent for her, "She still would have sent it, because that's the code we lived by."