[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] Cafeteria
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills: [/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=ff48a5]Costume: [/color][/b] Avenger's academy uniform
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	Mary Sue flinched at people rushing to her side, and every impulse in her headed was screaming for her to take some measure of control over herself. She was stuck with the idea that people seeing her like this, where she was broken, and a mess, and unable to curate every external emotion and response was the sort of thing that would ultimately make people not want to be around her, leaving her alone [i]again[/i]. It was a terrifying thought, but even the deepest of fears could not dry tears. Her head was pounding, and her tears didn't stop, but she had regained a modicum of control over her mouth.

	Drying what she could, she coughed, and tried to mumble out some kind of assurance that she was fine, but found words caught in her throat. The blood and horror of that was gruesome and painful and horrifying in its own right, but that idea of her; somebody who could be anybody, seem any way she wanted or needed to be; it was god awful. It was inhuman, and she knew she saw that monster in herself. That was not a trick of the nightmare, it was a capacity she was certain she had, and she didn't know what to do with that. Struggling to her feet, and looked at Andy and Zari, almost pathetically. [color=ff48a5]"I'm... sorry.[/color]" She didn't know if she was for her throwing a fit, or for a deep inauthenticity she was now acutely aware she possessed, but it was true. "[color=ff48a5]I'll be okay, I promise.[/color]" She said, specifically to Zari, though her eyes were still puffy, red, and wet.