By now, Maya has found herself in more dangerous situations than she can count on one hand. It's funny, really - absurd in a way, and sometimes, she tries to think of it as something to be proud of.
After all, she's a survivor. It feels strange to think of herself that way - a little uncomfortable and stomach-tightening, but kind of good as well. She used to worry about being useless, a burden on the people she cares about, but when she looks back properly, that's never really fully been the case. Or at least, she'd like to hope so. The point is... yeah, sometimes she wishes that things were easier. Being "used to it" doesn't stop the feeling of fear from seizing her whenever she's actually in some sort of danger.
But it's better when she's not alone. Because - as awful as it is to say, and as much as she'd prefer that no-one else was in trouble but her - that means she has to be strong for someone else.
"Don't worry!" Maya declares, a determined expression on her face. She doesn't know the stranger with her, but it's weirdly reassuring to have someone by her side. "We'll find a way out of this together!"
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