Wow, he's tall, is the only thing her dumb brain can kick up as a tangible thought. Anger, guilt and shame are clogging most of the airwaves.
"My books!" She realizes. She hates feeling (bitter and unhilariously) powerless. She doesn't want to talk to police. Also, she doesn't like the idea of these guys walking away.
It's the first time she's aware of this moral dilemma as it happens. She's angry because she deserves to be treated with common decency. They will keep treating people like this until they're stopped.
That's not her battle to fight. Not today, maybe not ever. The inside of her is so fucked up. She is in no place to judge even her own powers.
When she moves closer to gather the books, not one man moves a muscle. They are terrified. Vanya is stuck staring, transfixed. Horrified. Like she might be sick.
With a quick swoop of her arms, she gathers up the books and hurries back toward this other guy.
"I-I'd really like to go," Vanya rushes, breathless. "I-I'm not... I don't want to do the whole cop...thing." In her experience, 1960's cops and Feds had a way they felt about people who are different - in any number of ways. If she runs, she'll seem guilty and she doesn't want this person to think that of her. What she wants is for someone without a badge to help her, but she can't say that, either.
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Date: 2021-02-07 06:15 am (UTC)"My books!" She realizes. She hates feeling (bitter and unhilariously) powerless. She doesn't want to talk to police. Also, she doesn't like the idea of these guys walking away.
It's the first time she's aware of this moral dilemma as it happens. She's angry because she deserves to be treated with common decency. They will keep treating people like this until they're stopped.
That's not her battle to fight. Not today, maybe not ever. The inside of her is so fucked up. She is in no place to judge even her own powers.
When she moves closer to gather the books, not one man moves a muscle. They are terrified. Vanya is stuck staring, transfixed. Horrified. Like she might be sick.
With a quick swoop of her arms, she gathers up the books and hurries back toward this other guy.
"I-I'd really like to go," Vanya rushes, breathless. "I-I'm not... I don't want to do the whole cop...thing." In her experience, 1960's cops and Feds had a way they felt about people who are different - in any number of ways. If she runs, she'll seem guilty and she doesn't want this person to think that of her. What she wants is for someone without a badge to help her, but she can't say that, either.