Re: log, Stark Tower: Becky L/Steve R
[Nobody was sorry, and nobody understood. Helena had lied. Becky was utterly alone, left only with those who had hated Jonathan, who were glad he was dead, and someone... someone had killed him. She didn't know who. She might never know. Some random citizen, maybe, half-crazed by the toxin, and she was so angry at him for going outside in the first place. Why hadn't he just stayed with her? What had drawn him out onto the streets knowing the risk?
But she would get no answers here. Shoulders shaking, she glared tearfully as the man in the suit informed her that she was to be turned over to the authorities. She knew what that meant. Prison, or a mental asylum if she was lucky, and she saw the rest of her life laid out before her very clearly. Jonathan was dead. She had no one. If she wanted out of this mess she'd have to help herself, but did she even want an out?]
Fine. [That single word came out as a sob, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle any further sounds, fingers slippery with tears. There was a scream building inside her, echoing within her mind, but she tried to keep it in.] You can go now.