[The girl clutched at her arms, shivering in remembrance of the sense of terror she had that day in the wasteland.
What was worse: That she wasn't there to help save her not!mom, or that she might not have been able to even if she was? Still, she believed that maybe she would have made a difference, somehow.]
I made all the wrong choices that day. [She cringed, curling herself inward.] All of them!
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What was worse: That she wasn't there to help save her not!mom, or that she might not have been able to even if she was? Still, she believed that maybe she would have made a difference, somehow.]
I made all the wrong choices that day. [She cringed, curling herself inward.] All of them!