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Ten'etirey woke up slowly, a welcomed change from the abrupt wakeup last night. Especially considering her entire body ached as though she'd been in a fight, and lost. That might have something to do with the mental breakdown. One she apparently experienced in front of Lyle fucking Wainfleet after she accused him of knowing when Quaritch was going to kill her, which she wasn't sure of anymore.

Not that she was exactly sure of anything anymore. Literally nothing made sense.

Maybe it would have, had she not had her head shoved so far up her own self-serving ass this entire time. But she did. Because she's stupid. Hell, she wasn't even sure if that was a mental breakdown. She felt better today, on one hell of an edge, but better.

A dreamless sleep after the nightmare seemed to help. Yesterday was just too much. To watch Miles become the Quaritch she'd only heard of actually broke her brain. She felt shame for breaking down the way she did.

You will always be unsatisfied, forever seeking that which is not here; it cannot be.

Her place was here, with them.

Was she still technically a traitor? Maybe? Could anyone really call her a traitor for carrying out Eywa's will?

Kind of the opposite of being a traitor, honestly.

It's not like she could control Quaritch or Miles, whichever one he decided to be. She couldn't see it yesterday, but she could see the mask now; he was scared. Colonel Miles Quaritch was scared. That unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.

Where...Where was this mental stability yesterday? Y'know, when her mind was shattering into a thousand pieces and then burning to ash? But no, now is when logic returns and whatever emotional hell she was drowning in finally drains.

Ten sighed and rubbed her face with her hands roughly, debating if screaming into her hands would help. Probably not. Even less so considering someone was in the room with her.

"Lyle?" She lifts up and leans on an elbow, staring at the same guy who watched her break down, sitting on the floor.

"Hey, Menace."

"What the fuck are you doing on the floor?"

"Didn't think you'd feel up to cuddling." The deadpan delivery makes her laugh, which leads him to smirk. It looks like that's what he was after. "Wanted to keep an eye on you after... y'know."

She flopped back onto the bed with a huff; there was no need to remind her. Like she could somehow forget suffering a mental breakdown after dealing with yesterday. Then breaking down further after the nightmare and then crying into the chest of a marine.

"Look, last night you said it didn't make any sense, and you're right. There's stuff we should've told you a while ago. Shit your dumbfuck boyfriends should have said when you bonded."

"Oh good, more shit to deal with. Look, I feel pretty stable, all things considered, but do you really think dropping more shit in my lap is a good idea?"

"Menace, I don't think a good time exists." He thinks for a moment, and then he continues. "This isn't exactly, uh... normal. I'm already so done with this whole situation. Just everything, yesterday and woo-woo bullshit included."

"Wo-.. woo-woo?" That actually makes her roll over to face him. "Woo-woo?" She reiterates, asking if he was actually serious.

"That's what I'm calling anything weird surrounding your Trinity. Woo-woo Gaia bullshit. It's been decided; not changing it." She responds with a shrug, alright then. Woo-woo bullshit it is; at this point, she was inclined to agree. "C'mon, hopefully Mansk figured out what fucking happened with the Colonel and then we can get on with the rest of this shit."