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When it was all over, more than anything else, Britta was tired. Maybe the wounds hadn't been real, but she was still aching from running all over the place and worn down from all they'd seen and dealt with. That it had all gone back to normal afterwards should have been reassuring, but really it just seemed like adding insult to injury, like they had endured all that for nothing.
Exhausted both physically and emotionally, Britta lingered at the compound only long enough to take a shower. It was a relief just to put on clean clothes and head home. It wasn't much of a place or a bed, but it was hers and she just wanted to collapse into it and hide there until she felt better.
It was just her luck, then, to see Jeff on the path. Even if she couldn't altogether suppress a part of her that was actually thankful for it, some bit of familiarity or something like that, mostly the sight of him just made her that much more tired. "What?" she asked, flat and bitter, if only to mask the fact she sort of just felt like crying instead. "Come to gloat because you told me so?"
Exhausted both physically and emotionally, Britta lingered at the compound only long enough to take a shower. It was a relief just to put on clean clothes and head home. It wasn't much of a place or a bed, but it was hers and she just wanted to collapse into it and hide there until she felt better.
It was just her luck, then, to see Jeff on the path. Even if she couldn't altogether suppress a part of her that was actually thankful for it, some bit of familiarity or something like that, mostly the sight of him just made her that much more tired. "What?" she asked, flat and bitter, if only to mask the fact she sort of just felt like crying instead. "Come to gloat because you told me so?"