"Who says it isn't real?" she demanded, keeping her balance though the use of telekenesis was jarring, almost frightening in its unfamiliarity. It didn't show.
"If not for us, for them? Even if this world ceases to exist the moment we wake up, or go, or find a way out, who says the fear they are feeling, the panic and desperation, that isn't real? It looks real, Cable! It feels real, to me! People are dying, your people! How can you sit here?" She couldn't remember the last time she'd reacted so passionately to anything. She wasn't sure what that meant.
"What if this is the last time you ever see them? What if this is the last moment you ever get to help them? Real or not, how can you not take it?!"
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Date: 2012-06-22 04:35 am (UTC)"If not for us, for them? Even if this world ceases to exist the moment we wake up, or go, or find a way out, who says the fear they are feeling, the panic and desperation, that isn't real? It looks real, Cable! It feels real, to me! People are dying, your people! How can you sit here?" She couldn't remember the last time she'd reacted so passionately to anything. She wasn't sure what that meant.
"What if this is the last time you ever see them? What if this is the last moment you ever get to help them? Real or not, how can you not take it?!"