It's not quite a year since she'd seen herself tortured with electrodes on a cold, metal table. Back then, Theresa had been at her side to comfort her. She'd reminded her it wasn't real, but Raven can't offer her the same kindness right now.
In fact, she has no real idea what she can do.
"I'm so sorry," is all she can manage. She feels overwhelming guilt at the fact she somehow managed to avoid whatever atrocities befell Theresa and the others. She can't for the life of her imagine why. "Do you... should we go upstairs? Do you want to eat?"
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It's not quite a year since she'd seen herself tortured with electrodes on a cold, metal table. Back then, Theresa had been at her side to comfort her. She'd reminded her it wasn't real, but Raven can't offer her the same kindness right now.
In fact, she has no real idea what she can do.
"I'm so sorry," is all she can manage. She feels overwhelming guilt at the fact she somehow managed to avoid whatever atrocities befell Theresa and the others. She can't for the life of her imagine why. "Do you... should we go upstairs? Do you want to eat?"