Toby knew she was weak- though, perhaps that wasn't [i]quite[/i] the right word for it. Weakness implied a sickness, a defect within her that diminished whatever higher potential there could ever have been. It was a word of capitulation, of admitting one's bankruptcy of strength. The issue, however, was that Toby [i]knew[/i] that wasn't the case. There was a sense of will, an impulse within her that drove her forward, that pushed her past her cowardice and allowed her to attain [i]something[/i] of value. The reality was not that she lacked any strength at all - it was simply that, for whatever reason, she didn't [i]want[/i] to be strong. There was a part of her - she [i]knew[/i] - that accepted her passivity, that crowed and longed for it, even. Was it cowardice? No- it was something else entirely.

"... Because... I'm bored. I want to play." 

[i]It's fine,[/i] Toby internally mused, as her body merely froze in place upon the sight of Odaya. [i]Don't reject it. Don't try to run away. What point is there in that? Isn't this just fair? Don't you deserve this? You shouldn't pretend like-[/i]

Her train of thought was shattered by a familiar, warm voice.

"Hey Toby! there you are! come on you promised to help with my deliveries."

William. It was so... like him to interfere in something like this. 

In the end, despite the poison that lurked and snapped inside her mind, Toby knew that his presence was a lifeline for her- an opportunity to ignore that malicious taint for a higher, brighter aim. There was no contest, no ofuscation at that point. Paper beat rock, her friend's subtle plea beat her own pathetic complex of self-flagelation. 

"Coming." she simply replied, turning to William's direction with a flat expression on her face.