Redhawk Caldera Wanna try to paint the world in a new way

Somehow, being told she could bring her concerns to Bridget was more helpful than all the kind words her aunt had said. Sorana feebly nodded and was gladdened to know someone would be in her corner should Bronco turn out to be the man she feared he was, or should her mother turn out to be as uncaring as the father who had already left her. That was even more important.

I love you too, she choked between sniffles, leaning her head into Bridget and drawing strength from the blonde medic. Sorana would never wish for a mama who was not Teya, because she loved her mother more than all the stars in the night sky, but she wished then that Bridget was also her mom. That wasn't how life worked, or at least not how Sorana's life worked, but her aunt was more than just an aunt to her.

How d'you... How are you so sure of where you fit? In life, she clarified. How can I be more like that? It would be much easier to be more confident if she could just banish the dark little voice in her head that constantly told her she was the cause of her family's dissolution, but that wasn't happening any time soon. In the meantime, Sora could use all the tips she could get before she inevitably had to face Bronco.

She wanted to be able to make herself heard by then, as loud as any lion.