[and she's on the other side of the door sighing as well, wondering how the hell they keep ending up here.
what the hell kind of hero is she if she can't even manage to salvage this?
carol scrunches her eyes closed, opens them, studies the ceiling. she feels all fits and starts, unsure of herself in a way she's never really been before. not for a long time, anyway.
in the end, she goes downstairs and puts on a pot of coffee. that's most of what she's good for lately.]
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what the hell kind of hero is she if she can't even manage to salvage this?
carol scrunches her eyes closed, opens them, studies the ceiling. she feels all fits and starts, unsure of herself in a way she's never really been before. not for a long time, anyway.
in the end, she goes downstairs and puts on a pot of coffee. that's most of what she's good for lately.]