The last place Karla wanted to be was at work (or, you know, on the island at all), but unlike people kept insinuating, she knew her duty and she did it. And she'd be damned if she was going to skulk about and hide in her room, regardless. So here she was, chin up and head high, inventorying the stock since it was doubtful they'd be getting any
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She had opinions, but they amounted to I don't care what either of you did, you're both my friends and this is no time to make yourselves MORE miserable than the universe is already doing so kiss and make up NOW, dammit, or I will cry, or at least try to make you feel better with baked goods which she had the presence of mind to be aware should not be shared.
Which is why she was saying it with cupcakes. (And pretending she was mature enough not to blush when she came in here anymore. Pretending.)
"Karla?"
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"Hi, Francine," Karla said, giving her a wan smile. "Good to see you."
Present circumstances (all of them) notwithstanding.
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Or awareness that nobody had solicited her absence of opinion, either.
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Then she set the basket down, pulling out a cupcake for herself and busied herself with peeling at the wrapper. She wasn't hungry, but she wasn't going to say that in front of someone who knew her appetite .
"Do I really even want to know what's being said?"
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"I only heard what was on the radio: that you tried to go home, and then you and Warren..." Well, she assumed Karla knew that part and she didn't need to say it. "So I thought you maybe could use a friend and some cake. Or at least the cake. Everybody can use cake."
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Okay, she'd fought, he'd just stood there and took it, unyielding.
"I told him it was over. The end."
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People kept referring to it as suicide, but Karla didn't think of it that way at all. "Yes, I would have vanished with them. Yes, it was a hard decision to make and one I didn't really want to do. But it's something I felt I had to do--especially if it turns out that we can't stop this."
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Not because it was Francine. But because nobody seemed to.
"Because I had a responsibility to my people," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Because being a good Queen to them in their last days was the most important thing I could do. It's--quite literally--the reason I was born." Queens--they healed the land and the hearts of their people, they were the Blood's center and their moral compass. Being born into that caste meant accepting those responsibilities and upholding them, no matter the cost.
"If I'd thought that me being here would somehow lead to us finding a solution--or even that my absence would lead to us not finding one--of course I would have stayed. But I'm just one person on an island filled with smarter people, better fighters, and skilled tacticians. It didn't seem like much of a gamble--either people would fix it and I'd be back, or they wouldn't and it would be that much more important ( ... )
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Shut up, Francine.
For once, holy crap, she actually listened to her inner voice when it said something intelligent and didn't sound like her mom. She shut up until she knew what she was going to say.
"Is it okay if I'm glad you're still here?"
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Obviously.
"But I'm kind of glad I'm here, too, at the same time. I really hadn't wanted to go, I just...needed to. Once I get over being pissy about why I'm still here, I'll probably be even more glad about it."
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