[She smiles, bowing her head and lowering her gaze to look at the papers. It's a smile weighed down by horror and grief currently looming over her like a storm cloud. And there's anger, too, brewing its own storm in her chest and gently coursing through every vein in her body. She hates this. Hates how this bullshit keeps happening to them. She's witnessed how much Steve has grown and changed, becoming someone brave, reliable, and kind, and she's so proud of him for that. And she wants nothing more than for him to be happy.]
I guess...
[She trails off, wide eyes flickering back up to meet his. Her brow is still furrowed, and there's something incredibly sad in the way she looks at him.]
I'm just getting used to... things not being normal.
[She quietly takes note of the shifted furniture and the woman, carefully watching them both. She could comment on it, but it doesn't feel right. Not at this moment.]
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I guess...
[She trails off, wide eyes flickering back up to meet his. Her brow is still furrowed, and there's something incredibly sad in the way she looks at him.]
I'm just getting used to... things not being normal.
[She quietly takes note of the shifted furniture and the woman, carefully watching them both. She could comment on it, but it doesn't feel right. Not at this moment.]
So it's true? People turn into monsters here?