How was she? That was a question that she really didn’t want to answer. She’d done her wallowing, done her crying bit and even gone through some of the anger part at what the Seal had done. It had made her vulnerable all over again and she’d died more times than she’d wanted, unable to do a thing any of the times. Caroline hated being that weak, never wanted to feel that way again, but letting all of that fester inside of her wasn’t the answer either. She’d rather spin what had happened on its head and make it into a positive.
“I’m dealing with it. I don’t want to just be fine. I hate the state of fine. But I’m not about to wallow in what happened either. I can’t change the fact that I died.” Three freaking times. “I can’t change the fact that you guys had to watch it all happen.” Which really angered her more than anything. Why couldn’t the Seal have spared the ones who’d been left behind from that kind of mental torture?
“That’s not what’s really annoying me lately anyway. Or maybe its because of what happened that I’m more annoyed at little things than usual. Not that they’re even little. Or maybe they are little but I’m not seeing them that way because I’m annoyed?” Catch-22 probably.