❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜ // for Eri ? / @shinestxr
❝ Oh, well. ❞ Eri tucks one knee up towards her chest and wraps an arm around it, the other supporting her weight behind her, hand in the soft grass. She has always loved Ortega's base -- the breeze off the sea is faintly crusted with salt and the ground and plant life here is soft. It's beautiful. She breathes in while she weighs her words; there are, perhaps, no other people on the planet that she can be honest with than her team, but, still --
-- The question hits a little harder than she'd expected it to. It calls to the places in her that are still a little hollowed out, that feel fragile in a way she hates. Being strong, a fixed point and the last one standing, has given her so much more confidence and control than she'd ever had. And with Ortega -- with any of them -- ever protective instinct comes to life. To shelter him and stand between him and the world and be absolutely unafraid.
❝ ... I am sometimes, ❞ she finally says. She can't look at him, but she can't lie to him. That's not what they do. ❝ When we first started this whole thing, I was so... I was afraid it wouldn't work. And when we were being defeated one by one -- ❞ It feels like talking about some doom-heralding storm, remembering the way she had heard of each of her best friends succumb to an outsider and she'd been too far away to protect them -- had fallen herself.
❝ But that's why I fight, you know? Even when I'm scared, I know people are counting on me. And that's what makes me strong. You make me strong, Ortie. You and everyone else. ❞