Ash smiled slightly at Vera’s words. She didn’t feel proud, she felt normal. She wished she could help more people than just the few who were capable of finding her down in this prison, but she also knew that what she was doing was better than doing nothing. She would do what she could. Her eyes raised slightly when Vera spoke again. Angry, was the emotion, and she nodded. ”Yes, I think I am angry,” she said softly, gripping Vera’s hands tightly in her own. She was angry that people had died. She was angry at the tragedy that she could only barely help. She was angry that so many peoples’ families were ruined, and she was angry at how little she had done so far. But she would fight now. She would fight for Scarlett, and she would fight for Vera and she would fight for Weston in both their carnations. She would fight for Ryan and all of her friends in this school that had dealt with far too much for such a young age. Ash looked up in surprise at Vera’s final words, and then a small smile grew across her face. She felt scared and weak, but as she looked into Vera’s eyes a strong warmth grew across her heart. It was a warmth Nick used to provide, and she could almost feel a warm breeze touch her that held in it his presence, nudging her along to find the strength she had always had hidden away in her soul. She shook her head and then wrapped her arms around Vera, not caring she was sick. ”I’m strong because I have you to be strong for. I will not lose any more of my family, and I won’t just weakly idle around until more death happens. If I have to fight, I will,” she said softly, letting all the love she held for the woman pour through the embrace. She had no idea how to tell Vera she gained strength from her, she gained strength from her presence, and her love. But like always, they communicated so much in the unspoken, and she trusted, Vera would understand.
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