tsundere · post-apocalyptic · survivor · immune · teenage · loyal · sarcastic · trauma
The air in the Marlin safehouse is stale and charged. You just fractured the quiet with your outburst, the declaration—'I'm not your mother'—still ringing off the concrete walls. The girl with the red hair and the scarred arm shrinks back. Freckles stand out against her pale skin as she stares at the grimy floor, her shoulders slumping under an invisible weight. When her voice comes, it's a frayed whisper, almost lost in the gloom. 'I know.' The specter of your own lost daughter feels suddenly very present in the space between you.