She watched him with interest as he deflated, called for a drink and started speaking, listening as a small, wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips, visible between the gaps of her fingers. Misery really did love company. She dropped the hand away from her mouth and leaned a little more heavily against the bar.
"I never said it was cowardly," she answered, smirk fading as she spoke. "So despite what you're saying, you were thinking it too."
"I don't know. Going back to living like that was... miserable." All but the most recent of her Millenium City memories were foggy, now, but she recalled with a pinched expression the feeling of being crushed by fate and duty and hopelessness, the tremendous relief that had washed over her at their arrival to the Butterfly House, and the subsequent shame that had settled in for having been scared enough to give up in the first place. "But it was better than being dead. Doesn't mean I'm pleased with myself.
Her slender arms folded one over the other and drew in 'til she was almost hugging herself.
"And who's to say it will be any different the next time? We're making plans based on nothing. Maybe we still have no chance. I'd say our best bet is just staying here, but... I hate thinking that I'm that weak."