[ Responses flip through her mind -- 'Do better,' followed by the echo of that absolutely unwavering demand of 'promise me,' so recently, ruthlessly commanded, here, not so long ago (and is that still a thing, now that they are back? After all that time? After mobsters, and underground fights, and that ludicrious name? How does she even ask about that? When?) -- but it's the not long ago that trips them up, light or heavy.
The grey space where the path doesn't seem level until each step is tested suddenly again. Where it feels like she hasn't earned all the things she had only days ago.
Or worse, that she betrayed them by an unknowing measure. One by forgetting; two by knowingly, complacently settling. ]
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The grey space where the path doesn't seem level until each step is tested suddenly again.
Where it feels like she hasn't earned all the things she had only days ago.
Or worse, that she betrayed them by an unknowing measure.
One by forgetting; two by knowingly, complacently settling. ]
I'm going to hold you to that.