[The spin is unexpected and, for a second, she forgets to contemplate his question and laughs instead - caught up in the exhilaration of the spin. When she faces him again, the smile is still beaming on her face. Her hand falls on his bicep and finally, she shrugs and her bright expression disappears.]
I'm not good at being a follower. [No. No, she's never been good at that. Listening, obeying the rules. But then... what kind of leader had she been? Getting her team killed on a suicide attempt she never followed through with?] But I'm not a leader either.
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I'm not good at being a follower. [No. No, she's never been good at that. Listening, obeying the rules. But then... what kind of leader had she been? Getting her team killed on a suicide attempt she never followed through with?] But I'm not a leader either.