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Lydia Martin personifies (eunoia) wrote in paradisolog,

Lydia's eyebrows lifted at the idea of a Hale being laid back. She'd met three and none of them screamed "down to Earth" to her. "It's probably good for anyone," she replied. Beacon Hills had turned into a living nightmare faster than Lydia could blink her eyes and it had been downhill since. That was the whole reason she'd come here; to get away from there. Apparently the gods had another idea, since half the town was here, too.

"Or, we could just follow the natural course and move on with our lives since we're not fighting to survive the onslaught of the supernatural every minute of every day," she countered with a frown. She didn't want to keep trying. They didn't need to be a pack here, there wasn't any danger. And after Allison died, she hadn't really felt like a very important member of said pack anyway.