[Once again, Angel's translation of Krieg's diatribe was loose at best. Once again, it didn't matter. He painted a vivid enough picture that Angel only needed to think for a moment.]
[It made her heart do odd things, the thought of actually making a difference for him. True, she had guided him across Pandora, but back then was different. Guiding him was, at best, out of pure personal interest. At worst, it was for Jack. In truth, she hadn't been a very good friend to him or any of his teammates at the beginning.]
[She had been troubled by similar thoughts previously. She had considered herself a helpful soul, but what had she done that had ever been selfless? The roads she had paved for the vault hunters were always meant to lead to her own goals. The people she guided and offered advice to, it was always because Jack had plans for them.]
[But in that moment, Krieg assuaged those fears. Helping Krieg had never been about advancing her own purpose, not this time.]
Things don't have to be dark ever again.
[At least, that was what she hoped. Others had implied otherwise, that this paradise was fleeting, that one day they'd all be called home. She didn't like to think about that-- for her, there would be nothing. But she liked the idea of Krieg going back even less. She had seen the progress he had made. Where would that all go if he was tossed back into such a savage world?]
[And where would she be, who would she have, if not for him? She had made a great many friends, valued them all equally. But precious few would knock on her door every morning, precious few would walk at a snails pace just to make sure she wasn't overwhelmed.]
[Unsettled, she cast a sad glance back toward Krieg. She returned to his side, fingers once again brushing over his arm in that hesitant sort of way. It was a quiet reminder to herself. He was still here. They were still taking care of each other.]
[Draculaura had been right about one thing: it was best to treat each moment like the last. And with that in mind, Angel pushed the thoughts down as far as she could. She could dwell on the troubling things later.]
We aren't making a very good pace, are we? I keep talking away and getting distracted.
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[It made her heart do odd things, the thought of actually making a difference for him. True, she had guided him across Pandora, but back then was different. Guiding him was, at best, out of pure personal interest. At worst, it was for Jack. In truth, she hadn't been a very good friend to him or any of his teammates at the beginning.]
[She had been troubled by similar thoughts previously. She had considered herself a helpful soul, but what had she done that had ever been selfless? The roads she had paved for the vault hunters were always meant to lead to her own goals. The people she guided and offered advice to, it was always because Jack had plans for them.]
[But in that moment, Krieg assuaged those fears. Helping Krieg had never been about advancing her own purpose, not this time.]
Things don't have to be dark ever again.
[At least, that was what she hoped. Others had implied otherwise, that this paradise was fleeting, that one day they'd all be called home. She didn't like to think about that-- for her, there would be nothing. But she liked the idea of Krieg going back even less. She had seen the progress he had made. Where would that all go if he was tossed back into such a savage world?]
[And where would she be, who would she have, if not for him? She had made a great many friends, valued them all equally. But precious few would knock on her door every morning, precious few would walk at a snails pace just to make sure she wasn't overwhelmed.]
[Unsettled, she cast a sad glance back toward Krieg. She returned to his side, fingers once again brushing over his arm in that hesitant sort of way. It was a quiet reminder to herself. He was still here. They were still taking care of each other.]
[Draculaura had been right about one thing: it was best to treat each moment like the last. And with that in mind, Angel pushed the thoughts down as far as she could. She could dwell on the troubling things later.]
We aren't making a very good pace, are we? I keep talking away and getting distracted.