Greta's managed to steer herself away from wishing she'd done things differently in favor of wishing ROMAC hadn't been so horrible. That, she figures, is laying the blame squarely where it belongs. It's difficult not to what-if herself, though, no matter how much she tries not to and how useless an exercise it inevitably turns out to be.
"I hope you're right," she says, thinking rather wistfully of now nice it would be if that were true. Staying with Iman has eased her mind - much of her earlier anxiety was rooted in not knowing how her friend was doing, and now she can see that Iman is just fine every day - but she's also beginning to understand how Rapunzel must have felt, cooped up in that tower. "I'm tired of hiding."
"It can't last much longer," Angus says, and she gives him a skeptical look - less because she doesn't believe him at all, and more because she doesn't believe he knows any more than she does on the matter. "And we can still stretch our legs and see people here," he adds, and he's definitely right about that.
"True," she allows. Then, hoping to lighten the mood, "What was it you were singing, before we interrupted?"
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"I hope you're right," she says, thinking rather wistfully of now nice it would be if that were true. Staying with Iman has eased her mind - much of her earlier anxiety was rooted in not knowing how her friend was doing, and now she can see that Iman is just fine every day - but she's also beginning to understand how Rapunzel must have felt, cooped up in that tower. "I'm tired of hiding."
"It can't last much longer," Angus says, and she gives him a skeptical look - less because she doesn't believe him at all, and more because she doesn't believe he knows any more than she does on the matter. "And we can still stretch our legs and see people here," he adds, and he's definitely right about that.
"True," she allows. Then, hoping to lighten the mood, "What was it you were singing, before we interrupted?"