I Collect Red Stars

Character dump: Consequences

(October- year 2)
Hedge sat on the caravan thinking. Something about this past meet didn't feel right. A certain pest was missing.
"Where were you?" She wondered aloud to herself, under her breath. The answer, surprisingly, came clear as a bell in her head. A very displeased, Norwegian bell.
'Proving a point. You told me to leave, so I left you alone. You think you can deal with everything yourself? You can't. You're broken. You said I fuck everything up for you? Well I didn't do anything this meet and you still fucked it up. You can't blame me. And you can't handle yourself, look at what you did. Salt DIED for you and you didn't even do what they wanted you to. You killed them for nothing. And then you just made things worse. I'm the one who hurts your friends? You cut Vasily for pointing his metal plaything at you. You threw a log at him in your grief. Jameson got two broken legs and lost his own blood because of your recklessly throwing yourself into danger. You're a disgrace. That must be why my tribe kicked you out. You were right, I'm not like you at all. I have more than half a brain! Next time you want a scapegoat look in the mirror. You don't deserve your stars and you don't deserve your friends. It's a wonder they put up with you. I thought it was because you were useful. But considering how little you did this meet, it couldn't possibly be that. A handful of herbs? I can do better than that. ...Maybe I will.' Hedge sat in silent shock, processing the other's words.
"I-" she attempted to stammer out, but was cut off.
'I tried to be kind and understanding. I didn't want to intrude. I was pleasant. I behaved. I never wanted to take anything from you. I accepted that this was your world and I tried to make a small, not intrusive place in it. I tried to be your friend. I helped you. None of that meant anything to you I suppose. And you clearly don't wish to be my friend. So. I will treat you as such.' The natural one sat it silence, mulling over the words in her head. What did she mean?
"What does that mean." She asked flatly, not having the energy to show anything in her tone.
'I believe it's my turn.'
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