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LYDIA in 11x13 “Warlords”
What do I always tell you? As long as it takes.
"Getting by" is what I've been forced to do my whole life. I was told that it makes you stronger and wiser. But it doesn't. It hurts. [...] I just–– want things to be the same every day.
What about Alexandria? Oh, Commonwealth's pouring even more manpower and resources into the rebuild. But, uh, while that's getting finished up, they've asked me to, uh, help out with their new immigration initiative.
Why do we have to just "get by"? It's only temporary. What's easier isn't always better. You know, before the Fall, I lived on a farm with my family and my dad. One day, these corporate farm developers started knocking on our door, trying to buy us out. My dad kept saying no. Then, one day, this bad drought hit. The developers started knocking again, except this time, they offered three times what the farm was worth. They knew we were in debt and desperate. But they also knew the drought would end and the farm would become profitable again, and all they had to do was outlast us. They start dropping off crates of food to "help" with the livestock, and he would just let it sit there on the porch and rot so they'd see it when the next shipment came. He said that we were being tested. And guess what happened - the drought ended. We got back on our feet. And those developers never bothered us again. Why'd your dad let the food rot? If they'd seen us take it, they would've known we needed them and never left us alone. But the cattle were hungry. We didn't lose any. We stuck together, and we made it through.
LYDIA ♡ 11.13: Warlords