[It goes against everything she believes to hear those words. Kamala isn't even upset at the way he's clearly expecting reprisal for bursting her bubble. It had not been that long since Najima and her crew showed up to murder her whole family because she dared to do the same. Despite his flaws, Kamala knows who she is in this scenario: she's Kamran. She's the one who learns the hard truth about what's going on and decides to do the right thing regardless of the cost.
Unpopular or not, she can't listen to this man advocate for these people and not advocate for them in return. Her heart sinks as for the millionth time she wishes she could talk to Nakia. She's so good at speaking up for others. The same is true of her new sister Tyesha.
All they have is her. Kamala doesn't look angry about that. She looks devastated. Her entire life people have reminded her of her shortcomings: too scattered brain, never takes things seriously enough, needs to work harder, be more like the other girls, etc. It mostly came from a place of love and concern. Right now it just wounds her.
A few stray tears fall, but Kamala quickly wipes them away and looks sheepish about it.] Sorry. I don't get to be part of the problem and then cry when someone tells me about it. I don't need to know how this is possible. This is your reality. I just have to accept it.
[Kamala says aloud partially to herself. She can talk to the Iman about it later. Now is the time for getting what she needs to make things right.
She takes a deep, cleansing breath and checks to make sure she's got this down correctly. Nakia always has the story straight. She should too.] If I'm hearing you right, we've been screwing up the ecosystem of this place and a lot of other places. The undead and the living need to figure out how to coexist without a bunch of random people coming in to try to play the hero while we look for a way back home. Whether we like it or not, these are the lives the undead have been given.
[She stares at Matthias a moment. Kamala doesn't know if it's right to ask. She also knows Nakia would ask to help frame her argument. Tyesha too.] The life you've been given?
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Unpopular or not, she can't listen to this man advocate for these people and not advocate for them in return. Her heart sinks as for the millionth time she wishes she could talk to Nakia. She's so good at speaking up for others. The same is true of her new sister Tyesha.
All they have is her. Kamala doesn't look angry about that. She looks devastated. Her entire life people have reminded her of her shortcomings: too scattered brain, never takes things seriously enough, needs to work harder, be more like the other girls, etc. It mostly came from a place of love and concern. Right now it just wounds her.
A few stray tears fall, but Kamala quickly wipes them away and looks sheepish about it.] Sorry. I don't get to be part of the problem and then cry when someone tells me about it. I don't need to know how this is possible. This is your reality. I just have to accept it.
[Kamala says aloud partially to herself. She can talk to the Iman about it later. Now is the time for getting what she needs to make things right.
She takes a deep, cleansing breath and checks to make sure she's got this down correctly. Nakia always has the story straight. She should too.] If I'm hearing you right, we've been screwing up the ecosystem of this place and a lot of other places. The undead and the living need to figure out how to coexist without a bunch of random people coming in to try to play the hero while we look for a way back home. Whether we like it or not, these are the lives the undead have been given.
[She stares at Matthias a moment. Kamala doesn't know if it's right to ask. She also knows Nakia would ask to help frame her argument. Tyesha too.] The life you've been given?