Redhawk Caldera right where you left me

Cerdwin spoke to all of Sylvie’s insecurities, addressing each of them with an edge of annoyance and judgment. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, and she quickly turned her head to wipe her eyes and nose with her forearm; she was a mess. She took a few deep breaths, just as Rannoch had taught her, but it didn’t help.

I know, I know—I’m such a m-mess, she agreed quietly, unable to meet her sister’s eyes. And a bad daughter and s-sister, and it p-probably wasn’t a good idea to come back. I m-mean, you a-already hate me and, and, her sides heaved, her world spun, and she slowly lowered herself to the ground and grabbed covered her eyes.

Everyone probably hates me—I-I just know it.