I get a choice...? [It's murmured more to herself than to him and she actually takes a moment to deeply consider each option.
It would be easier to just go back. It was hard out here, living on her own. She was often hungry or tired, the people weren't nice, but then she was rather used to that. Was the freedom really worth it all? She imagines she wouldn't be the first or the last to feel crushed under the true weight of freedom. Home was safe, familiar, even if it had been terrible she at least knew all the dangers to expect and how to mostly circumvent them. But... she looks away around the little apartment. It was hers'. She could do whatever, be whoever. She didn't really want to give that up.
And she wouldn't be a burden to them hiding out on their ship. Wouldn't that just get them in trouble if it was found out? Getting a bodyguard would be the best idea and she wouldn't have to really feel guilty about it all.]
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It would be easier to just go back. It was hard out here, living on her own. She was often hungry or tired, the people weren't nice, but then she was rather used to that. Was the freedom really worth it all? She imagines she wouldn't be the first or the last to feel crushed under the true weight of freedom. Home was safe, familiar, even if it had been terrible she at least knew all the dangers to expect and how to mostly circumvent them. But... she looks away around the little apartment. It was hers'. She could do whatever, be whoever. She didn't really want to give that up.
And she wouldn't be a burden to them hiding out on their ship. Wouldn't that just get them in trouble if it was found out? Getting a bodyguard would be the best idea and she wouldn't have to really feel guilty about it all.]
...I don't have enough money for a bodyguard...