"They didn't seem mad - kinda ungentle, some of 'em, but not mad. C'mon, let's sit down."
She guides Adora to a nearby bench.
"Nobody's mad. A lot of 'em do understand. Bunch of career heroes, this lot. That's why they're worried, and trynna tough love at you. They're the kind of people who struggle not to beat themselves up when they fail, too."
It isn't hypocrisy, Saturday tells herself. Nowhere in this speech did she exclude herself from this description.
"What they think it is, is you beatin' up on yourself because you think that's what you deserve for failing. Which ain't true, by the way. An' it scares 'em 'cause they care about you, and they were probably scared shitless when they realized the imposter stole your face, so from their perspective they're just relieved you're okay an' your acting like you did something wrong. I know my first thought woulda been that you were dead and it was my fault for not realizing sooner."
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She guides Adora to a nearby bench.
"Nobody's mad. A lot of 'em do understand. Bunch of career heroes, this lot. That's why they're worried, and trynna tough love at you. They're the kind of people who struggle not to beat themselves up when they fail, too."
It isn't hypocrisy, Saturday tells herself. Nowhere in this speech did she exclude herself from this description.
"What they think it is, is you beatin' up on yourself because you think that's what you deserve for failing. Which ain't true, by the way. An' it scares 'em 'cause they care about you, and they were probably scared shitless when they realized the imposter stole your face, so from their perspective they're just relieved you're okay an' your acting like you did something wrong. I know my first thought woulda been that you were dead and it was my fault for not realizing sooner."