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The paper trench

You always hated the sea-- if only for the fact that you can't swim. The worst part is you weren't in the main portion of town when you'd leaned to look in the water, so probably no one saw you fall into the water. Now seawater fills your mouth and floods your senses, burning your eyes as you feel like you're being pulled under.  How could you be so stupid?

You hold your breath as you feel the sea close over your head, salty water burning your eyes as you kick and grab to try and find any sort of leverage.

The water can't be that deep, can it? Then again, you aren't that tall, being only five foot three. Guess you're done in, then. Your lungs burn after what feels like seconds, and despite your better judgement, your chest is desperate for air and you briefly forget to hold your breath. Water washes over your tongue, cold and thick right down your throat. This is it for you, then.

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A case for shame

You've had to start sneaking out at night to avoid people after the crisis-- questions were the worst part.

'Why did you assist him?'. 'What was going through your head, Tabitha?'. It's disgusting! You know your team did a bad, horrible thing, but it's been a month now! It was easier for Courtney and the grunts to avoid everything, but you're pretty easy to spot in a crowd due to your unhealthy size, which is also disgusting. You sit on a secluded portion of Lilycove's shore, back against a rock as you stare out across the ocean and listen to the waves gently lap at the sand. Honestly, you could probably get used to this, but that doesn't mean you want to-- in all honesty, you just want to be left alone, along with your base, and your leader.

Everyone fucks up, right?

It's just hard to deal with the fact that you're essentially Public Enemy #5.

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Astronaut

It's been... Maybe a week, since you and your team royally fucked up, and as people find out what happened, they only seem to get angrier and angrier at you and your team. Especially due to the fact that a child had to clean up the mess. How embarrassing. For good reason, of course, but... It's still upsetting.  Thankfully no one's really stopped by into the hideout, but you're still very, very hesitant about going out. Not only has your morale dropped, but the whole "the world almost ended" has had an effect on everything you do.

Honestly, you haven't slept well since then.

So you sit around in your room, and contemplate all the reasons why you should probably be dead.