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It's not just... [She sighs, not knowing how to really finish the thought. There's a pause as she runs her hands over her face and through her hair.]
I don't know how to be this person. [She knows how to be the fighter. She knows how to go up against a relentless world with intractable enemies. She knows how to be the person who cuts herself off from her feelings and shows her love in only the toughest ways possible. It's what she had to do and be to survive in her world and then she came here and everything was different. Softer. Safer. Not perfect, but pretty damn close from her perspective. And she's changed because of this place and finding out about her death and Tyki and Reid. She grew so much with Reid and now she cries for him. She didn't cry before. How does she stop? What happened to all that armor she had around herself that kept her from feeling things like this? That kept her moving?
She opened herself for him. Made herself vulnerable. Got herself wounded deeper than Tyki ever managed.
She's never been this person without him by her side.]