[ She's pushing off the counter in the next heartbeat, ignoring the way her whole body yelps in pain. Her face whitens, but she pushes through it, her own temper rising. ]
You're putting his choices on me, now, too? I told him to stay out of it. He had no business getting involved.
[ But of course it's her fault, it's always her fault, everything bad that happens to every good person around her is her fault and always has been. Kate's the one speaking, but Gus is the one she's hearing: I love you, Wynonna, but you're as broken as they come... Waverly has worked so hard just to get out from under your shadow. And Little—
She hadn't been able to get between him and Logan fast enough. She can still feel the cold seeping through the knees of her jeans when she dropped there next to him, trying to get him to look at her. If March hadn't run in at that exact moment, what would she have done to Logan in her blind rage? ] I tried to stop him getting hurt!
[ Her own voice is lifting, half at the memory of Little getting hit and hurt and how she couldn't stop it and half at, yeah, the guilt she's been carrying around about it, even knowing he'd have tried to stop that fight even if she hadn't been there. She snorts out a breath and shakes her head, jaw tightening, before her expression shutters... almost completely. There's a bare, raw look in her eyes she can't quite bury completely. ]
But who'd believe that, right? There's only one fuck-up here, and it's me. It's always me. So, sure. He's a grown man who made his own call to try and stop a fight that was way out of his league, but yeah, it was probably my fault.
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You're putting his choices on me, now, too? I told him to stay out of it. He had no business getting involved.
[ But of course it's her fault, it's always her fault, everything bad that happens to every good person around her is her fault and always has been. Kate's the one speaking, but Gus is the one she's hearing: I love you, Wynonna, but you're as broken as they come... Waverly has worked so hard just to get out from under your shadow. And Little—
She hadn't been able to get between him and Logan fast enough. She can still feel the cold seeping through the knees of her jeans when she dropped there next to him, trying to get him to look at her. If March hadn't run in at that exact moment, what would she have done to Logan in her blind rage? ] I tried to stop him getting hurt!
[ Her own voice is lifting, half at the memory of Little getting hit and hurt and how she couldn't stop it and half at, yeah, the guilt she's been carrying around about it, even knowing he'd have tried to stop that fight even if she hadn't been there. She snorts out a breath and shakes her head, jaw tightening, before her expression shutters... almost completely. There's a bare, raw look in her eyes she can't quite bury completely. ]
But who'd believe that, right? There's only one fuck-up here, and it's me. It's always me. So, sure. He's a grown man who made his own call to try and stop a fight that was way out of his league, but yeah, it was probably my fault.