What is Your Damage?

[KamiKaze]

((Ty Hartley continued from Romans 6:23))

Honestly, she didn’t know which was worse: the fact that eleven people were dead, or that she was kind of envious of her fellow Betty.

No.

No.

It was that eleven people were dead!

And memories of all the lawn games, of spending time together, of defending her, flitted through Ty’s memory.

And she grimaced.

She got rewarded for it, too. Probably got a nice warm meal, if anything. That… honestly got Ty’s ire a bit more, too. Ty was athletic, and ate a lot back home. Combined with the cold screwing up her metabolism, and… well,

It stung a bit more. Was it weird that it contributed? It was still awful Oakley was dead, but finding out Quinn got some good food out of it only angered Ty more.

No.

You know what? If she saw Quinn, she’d have… a talk. About Oakley.

And same goes for Janice. And Katelyn. And Jacob. And Jessica. And Aracelis. And Jezzie. And Shu. And whoever injured Prmezek.

But in a way, she felt responsible for Quinn.

She wasn’t sure what her approach was going to be. How things were going to go down. If she not just approached any of them, but also Quinn specifically.

But it was going to be a talk.

((Ty Hartley continued elsewhere))