[hr][hr][center][h1][color=0076a3]STEIN[/color][/h1][b]HANGARS, NEW ANCHORAGE
[sub]EVENING[/sub][/b][/center]
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[color=0076a3][i]I don’t want you here.[/i][/color]

Why?

Stein had done everything correctly to excuse herself from the Mess Hall to [i]escape[/i] her emotions like she had done so many times in the past— but unlike in Seattle she wasn’t [i]allowed[/i] to get that reprieve. Why couldn’t she have been left alone to handle this by herself? What right did Agatha have pursuing her to the hangars and invading the one place she felt [i]safe[/i]? What right did she have [i]lying[/i] to her? Stein didn’t plant herself in the cockpit of the Little Dragon to have a conversation with an old washed up pilot trying to regain some semblance of her glory days. The “conversation” may have been seen as harmless by the older woman and perhaps she genuinely cared— but Stein felt persecuted and disrespected by the invasive behavior. Stein was no her daughter. She wasn’t her [i]mother[/i].

The blonde-haired girl gritted her teeth as her anxiety and discomfort overtook her, shaking in her seat.

[color=0076a3][i]WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I DON’T [b]NEED[/b] YOU![/i][/color]

She was not a child who needed to be reassured by a protective mother after something bad happened— and Agatha had no [i]right[/i] to do what she did. Stein didn’t have a mother growing up… and she didn’t need a fake one in the present. She flicked the switch to her communication channels, rendering her lines mute— and she screamed at the top of her lungs, tears running down her face as she did so.

[color=0076a3][i]GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. [b]GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT.[/b][/i][/color]

Stein slammed her fists downward into the steel paneling, a loud ‘CRACK’ occurring as she did so— the metal denting slightly as blood from her fingers began to drip down the sheen of silver and gray. Tears dropped onto the floor following the splatter that left her fingers and Stein’s lips whispered a few words in a hush. The comm’s were muted, there was no way to hear her.

[color=0076a3]“…help me.”[/color]

Stein's head dropped into a hanging posture.

[color=0076a3][i]I'm not okay.[/i][/color]