and the best part about it is I'm the only who can do somethin' about it

[bye_felicia]

It hits her out of nowhere. One minute, she's berating a waitress for serving someone else before her, the next she's sitting there, staring open-mouthed at a girl near tears, the words still buzzing around in her head, sitting on her tongue, with surprise the only thing keeping them at bay.

The girl doesn't deserve this, she realizes suddenly. This is just the way that things are.

They're not home anymore. She can't treat people like this.

The girl runs away, escapes, and Victra doesn't see her again until she delivers her plate of food, so hot and fresh it's ready to burn her tongue.

But Victra can't pay any attention to her now. She has more important people in her life that she needs to apologize to. Her phone's already out and she's sending a mass text message with her location to everyone in her neatly cultivated contacts list.

I'm back to normal. Sorry.

And to Lincoln, an added:

Please forgive me.

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[bye_felicia]

She nods quietly, without a wince or grimace, just a simple, straightforward acknowledgment.

"Yes," Victra says. "Probably worse this time around because everything was pissing me off, due to not being home. But basically, that was me, in all my glory."

It's not a hard thing to admit to. A part of her doesn't want to, but she's too honest to try and hide from what she was, what a part of her still is.

[a_capella_boy]

“Is it weird that I’m even more proud of you now that I’ve seen what you were like?” Jesse asked. Sure he always had the other Gold in the city to compare her to but it was difficult for him to actually visualize Victra being that way. Now he didn’t really have that difficulty.

“It takes a lot to have such a complete turn around, especially against a system that favors you. I know you’re proud of yourself for a lot of stuff but that definitely should be one of the things.”