eva stratt was put into a position no human being should ever be in, and the natural thing to do is play the part.
you create the version of yourself everyone is already seeing anyway. so she became someone to fear, someone to hate, someone to blame. someone who is always right because she has to be, there is no one left to catch her if she makes mistakes.
she isolated herself because she cannot be among peers anymore, it wasn't much of a choice. crowds part in front of her, rooms go silent when she enters, people listen when she speaks and do as they are told, and sometimes they despise her just for the hell of it.
they put her on a pedestal, told her to lead, so she left her humanity behind.
but what happens at the end of the day? what happens when she is tired and lonely and unable to fall asleep because all she sees anymore is the world devolving into chaos? people dying because she fucked up, because she couldn't save them.
is there anything left of her? she still craves warmth, she still needs to be seen as herself but there is no one left to look at her.
he doesn't fear her, doesn't hate her, doesn't blame her. he climbed all the way to the top to stand next to her without even realizing he was doing it.
she doesn't recognise herself in the mirror anymore, but he looks at her and sees eva, exhausted, eva, trying, eva, terrified. he sees her drowning in soft clothing and demands and has her back. he fights off the wolves while balancing three cups of coffee (two for her, one for him), and it doesn't feel like work, like a task, because she smiles for him, she listens, she never interrupts him, she laughs, always with him, never at him.
they look at each other and see what everyone else can't: the human behind the leader and the scientist, the hero, behind the coward.
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