To do what? she thinks mournfully. Read things for me? As I slip into a stupor like those denizens?!
It's not like she can say that's the outcome for certain, but she can't help but fear it all the same. There's only so much she can feel in control of, so having some of that control torn from her is frightening. Perhaps this is punishment for downplaying the value of her work before the storm.
Flynn asserts she can handle it, so what choice does she have but to handle it? Anything less is pathetic. That thought stays any further sniveling or sniffling, prompting her to will herself to swallow the remainder back and push away so she can find something to wipe her face with.
"Enough," she sighs. "Sobbing won't get anything sorted, will it."
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It's not like she can say that's the outcome for certain, but she can't help but fear it all the same. There's only so much she can feel in control of, so having some of that control torn from her is frightening. Perhaps this is punishment for downplaying the value of her work before the storm.
Flynn asserts she can handle it, so what choice does she have but to handle it? Anything less is pathetic. That thought stays any further sniveling or sniffling, prompting her to will herself to swallow the remainder back and push away so she can find something to wipe her face with.
"Enough," she sighs. "Sobbing won't get anything sorted, will it."