Prove them wrong. Fitz replied, laying down on her. I’m sorry they’re not letting you work in the facility anymore. But they can’t stop you from finding another job. I know it’s not the same. But it gets you out and among people and gives you something to do- and proves to everyone you’re just fine. Or as fine as anyone stuck on the island can be. The cat tilted his head. I can talk to Key and see if she can help get you a job at the diner... it would be something- a start at least. Meet new people, make friends, or at the very least not be isolated and falling deeper into the hole they want her to fall into.
You don’t think they want this? They want you separated from people. They want you defeated and weak. They want you hopeless so you’ll slip. Give something away. His head nuzzled her slightly. You are so brave to have stood up to them for all they’ve done to you. And now, you need to do it one more time. The cat stood up, head held high as his mental tone got ‘mighty’ trying to sound inspiring. You have to go out there and live! Say ‘fuck you’ to anyone who wants to get you down. By doing that, by having a life despite them trying to take it away, you’re showing them that you’re not some weak little girl that can be pushed around. You’re a fucking super powered woman! You’re Daryn fucking O’Conner. You’ve been through the hell they rot and come out the other side in one piece. The cat leapt to the table and looked at the door. You’re a kick ass female who is going to beat them at their own game. Fight dirty by being unexpected. He hopped around a bit, trying to amp up the excitement. They think they can get in you head? You’re a fucking telepath. Getting in peoples head is -what you do-!! So, live Daryn! Show all those people who’ve underestimated you that they’re wrong and they can go fuck themselves!