[Zetta resists the urge to rake her fingers through her hair. Instead, she curls them into a tight fist on the table.]
When we found out -- We swore we were gonna find some fucking way to -- [To save him. God, she can't even say that.] But then this fucking happened, [she gestures at her arm with a sharp motion, undoing the motion of restraint she just made,] and we're fucking stuck dealing with this -- bullshit. Ferran and I should be up there figuring this shit out while Riley and Deacon are dicking around with the Brotherhood.
[Instead, she's forced to stay down here, being absolutely fucking useless to keep her son alive. Riley and Deacon are doing their parts, and doubly so, since they're also trying to persuade the scientists about synths at the same time. And Ferran is doing his own new development of being Shaun's successor. But she? She has -- She has fucking nothing.]
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[Zetta resists the urge to rake her fingers through her hair. Instead, she curls them into a tight fist on the table.]
When we found out -- We swore we were gonna find some fucking way to -- [To save him. God, she can't even say that.] But then this fucking happened, [she gestures at her arm with a sharp motion, undoing the motion of restraint she just made,] and we're fucking stuck dealing with this -- bullshit. Ferran and I should be up there figuring this shit out while Riley and Deacon are dicking around with the Brotherhood.
[Instead, she's forced to stay down here, being absolutely fucking useless to keep her son alive. Riley and Deacon are doing their parts, and doubly so, since they're also trying to persuade the scientists about synths at the same time. And Ferran is doing his own new development of being Shaun's successor. But she? She has -- She has fucking nothing.]