[She's glad he got away from the worst that could have possibly happened. Her friends weren't so lucky, having been stuck in the middle of everything.
His question takes her by surprise, something that she never really put much thought into. It's not like she hated them, or was afraid or anything. If it weren't such a clear divide of Us and Them then she wouldn't even feel different to begin with.
It's just...]
Being recognized in the street gets old. [She's not used to any kind of popularity, and even back home she was more than happy to keep to herself so long as her friends weren't dragging her out of work. Here it's easier to...be involved, but she really can't stand the hate or the hero worship. Even when it's not aimed at her. It's tiring.]
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His question takes her by surprise, something that she never really put much thought into. It's not like she hated them, or was afraid or anything. If it weren't such a clear divide of Us and Them then she wouldn't even feel different to begin with.
It's just...]
Being recognized in the street gets old. [She's not used to any kind of popularity, and even back home she was more than happy to keep to herself so long as her friends weren't dragging her out of work. Here it's easier to...be involved, but she really can't stand the hate or the hero worship. Even when it's not aimed at her. It's tiring.]