Ariel/Abigail
Abigail swallowed hard and looked down at the ground. She knew logically that Ariel's words had not been intended to hurt her on a personal level, and yet they had stung. Abigail had done so much to simply stay alive. Perhaps worst of all, it had been for nothing. In the end, Hannibal would have killed her, and would kill her if the bus sent her back.
"Being brave, even knowing what's right is more than just hard. It can be impossible to even think of such things." She muttered softly, blinking back a few tears before looking up again. "Not everyone is strong enough for resistance. When people live in constant terror, day after day, for months, years, it becomes a part of them. It changes them." In the way that her own past had changed her. "I just hope we're not here long enough to experience that."
Abigail shook her head. "No, it never is." She nodded. "If we can get people out of here, give them a little taste of freedom again, that'll have made it better. I mean, I want them to be able to live real lives too. That starts with the freedom."
Abigail managed to a small smile. "Me too. I mean, I don't have anything as cool as that. Just what was in the backpacks. But I can't wait to use what I have to make a real difference."