Blue nods as Beth starts, pressing her lips together. She's met so many good people here, but she knows too how terrible people are. How many people had been killed just in the pursuit of power in Henrietta? And that didn't even come down to plain, sexist violence.
As Beth goes on, though, Blue's eyes widen and her brows furrow. "Jesus."
She is rambling in her anxiety a little, but not so much that Blue can't follow. Keeping the peace, only also raping the women there. Sounds like cops. Maybe it comes with her general territory as one of the only black, Latina girls in a small southern town, but she doesn't trust police. Power again: it's always about power. That particular flare of anger passes as she focuses in on what Beth's saying, though.
Even really started doesn't sound good, but Blue's not going to push on that right now. That's not what matters.
"I'm really fucking glad you did," she says, but adds, "God. I can't imagine living in a place like that, having to worry about that, too, with everything else. That's -- Beth, I'm sorry."
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As Beth goes on, though, Blue's eyes widen and her brows furrow. "Jesus."
She is rambling in her anxiety a little, but not so much that Blue can't follow. Keeping the peace, only also raping the women there. Sounds like cops. Maybe it comes with her general territory as one of the only black, Latina girls in a small southern town, but she doesn't trust police. Power again: it's always about power. That particular flare of anger passes as she focuses in on what Beth's saying, though.
Even really started doesn't sound good, but Blue's not going to push on that right now. That's not what matters.
"I'm really fucking glad you did," she says, but adds, "God. I can't imagine living in a place like that, having to worry about that, too, with everything else. That's -- Beth, I'm sorry."