Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

Well, it wasn't a no, but it wasn't a yes either. She felt a slow creep of icy dread as he proceeded to pick apart her proposal. So she wasn't some kind of expert like he was, for some fucking reason. She had no clue what she was doing. This wasn't normally something she did.

I don't know. She exclaimed, a little exasperated. Fuck. Damn it. That wasn't a pointed curse, and it was more directed at herself than him. She didn't know. That was the entire frustrating part of it.

I never said I was stronger than you. God, Bronco, do you even hear yourself? What do you like about yourself? Is there anything anymore? Do you know.... No, this wasn't going to help. It was easier to do this shit when he had enough self respect to argue back. Maybe that was the problem; she was kicking someone who seemed they had no fight left.

I miss you. I miss us. I miss how much you cared, and how you used to give me shit. I miss talking to you, and knowing you were listening. You made me want to be better. And you know what Bronco? I tried. I really tried. For you. Fuck, she was getting upset. And not in the mad way, more the embarrassing "hey voice what's happening" way.

You made my life better. Need you or not, that's why. That was all she had. She shut her mouth, but she could feel herself trembling with it. She braced herself for what he might say next because her case was... pretty dogshit. And if he shot her down, she was going to have to make a pretty quick exit.