Miles beneath Gothic City.
Sarah flopped onto the bed, her good eye open but expressionless. Her bad eye, well... bandages wrapped around the girl's face, a red splash still showing where Kurt's trion shards had ripped across her face. On the other side of her bedroom lay her suit of tarnished, battered armor, laying limp on the floor. Various explosives and other pieces of technology littered the floor, the shelves, even the bed where Sarah had lacked the care to clean it off. She just needed enough room to lay down and be still. Enough room to exist.
She didn't even need that, really... she wouldn't, if she just had the guts. Had the bravery and willpower to follow through with the thing she thought about doing every single day.
A noose hung in the middle of the room, unused day after day. She'd had it around her neck before, a few times. Never jumped. One of these days. One of these days she'd end it. But not today. Today she just wanted to be still, ignore the world around her. She had won a great victory yesterday, battling the Emerald Archer and recovering non-terrestrial tech from a Gothic research center. It felt hollow. She didn't need that technology when she knew it would never make her happy. Not Sarah Drezner. Never her.
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