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feotakahari) wrote2020-09-11 05:21 am
feotakahari) wrote2020-09-11 05:21 am
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Reading fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15928223/
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“All my life, way before this even,” said Meg, gesturing at the trial around them, “there have been so many things that happened that never should have happened, and it was always somebody’s job to make it not, but those people were never there. I’ve seen it happen to friends, and family. Everyone. And sometimes it’s a mom who never said the right things, or a dad who wasn’t there, a friend that didn’t look out for you, or a god who abandoned you when you needed them, but I’m sick of all of it.”
As Tapp watched her expression, he believed she meant it. She looked tired, and resolved, the kind of strong that came from knowing how to survive. A lonely kind of strong.
“It’s not that she reminds me of myself,” continued Meg, glancing over at him. “I’m not that self-centered. It’s like…she reminds me of what it felt like being alone when I shouldn’t have been. Nobody was there for me so much when I needed it growing up, and there’s nobody here to save all of us now, and nobody for her either. I don’t care if she deserves my help or not. I think to end up like she has, probably a whole lot of somebodies did something really wrong, or not at all, and that’s not fair.” She paused for a second, glancing down at her feet, and then looked back up at him and kept going. “I’m not stupid. I know I’m not the person whose job it is to make it better for her, or who would even be good at it, but I want to do this. Because if I don’t try, there isn’t going to be anyone who ever does. And that isn’t fair. I have to. Because I can, and somebody should.”
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“All my life, way before this even,” said Meg, gesturing at the trial around them, “there have been so many things that happened that never should have happened, and it was always somebody’s job to make it not, but those people were never there. I’ve seen it happen to friends, and family. Everyone. And sometimes it’s a mom who never said the right things, or a dad who wasn’t there, a friend that didn’t look out for you, or a god who abandoned you when you needed them, but I’m sick of all of it.”
As Tapp watched her expression, he believed she meant it. She looked tired, and resolved, the kind of strong that came from knowing how to survive. A lonely kind of strong.
“It’s not that she reminds me of myself,” continued Meg, glancing over at him. “I’m not that self-centered. It’s like…she reminds me of what it felt like being alone when I shouldn’t have been. Nobody was there for me so much when I needed it growing up, and there’s nobody here to save all of us now, and nobody for her either. I don’t care if she deserves my help or not. I think to end up like she has, probably a whole lot of somebodies did something really wrong, or not at all, and that’s not fair.” She paused for a second, glancing down at her feet, and then looked back up at him and kept going. “I’m not stupid. I know I’m not the person whose job it is to make it better for her, or who would even be good at it, but I want to do this. Because if I don’t try, there isn’t going to be anyone who ever does. And that isn’t fair. I have to. Because I can, and somebody should.”