"Greta, I-" Iman feels weak, dizzy, but she forces herself to step forward and crouch down. She reaches out to grip her shoulders with trembling hands. She doesn't know how to explain, no, they won't let that happen, they'll - She can't say it, she can't. Can she even do it? Fuck, she's not letting Rita do it. "I'm so, so sorry."
Fucking inadequate.
She should have seen. She should have gotten here sooner. She should be able to think of something. She's a fucking scientist, isn't she?
She should have told - should have told her. Really told her, meant it. Let her know she meant it. Like Rush said, when he - when they-
Her tear-streaked face takes on a look of distant bewilderment as she looks from Greta to the ground for a moment, trying to get her thoughts in order. It's like falling asleep and trying to grasp a thought, knowing you're slipping into-
"Dreaming," she whispers suddenly. "Greta, we're - we're dreaming. We're dreaming, this isn't real. Oh god, oh god, Greta-" She pulls her forward into another tight embrace, clinging to her in desperate relief. This isn't real. They're going to wake up and they're going to be okay.
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Fucking inadequate.
She should have seen. She should have gotten here sooner. She should be able to think of something. She's a fucking scientist, isn't she?
She should have told - should have told her. Really told her, meant it. Let her know she meant it. Like Rush said, when he - when they-
Her tear-streaked face takes on a look of distant bewilderment as she looks from Greta to the ground for a moment, trying to get her thoughts in order. It's like falling asleep and trying to grasp a thought, knowing you're slipping into-
"Dreaming," she whispers suddenly. "Greta, we're - we're dreaming. We're dreaming, this isn't real. Oh god, oh god, Greta-" She pulls her forward into another tight embrace, clinging to her in desperate relief. This isn't real. They're going to wake up and they're going to be okay.