[ It doesn't feel real to Yang to hear and know of these events, but who can blame her? She wasn't there — not yet, anyway. For an instant she questioned the rationale in telling her. After all if she hadn't seen it yet, there would have been nothing to lead her on about why everyone else was on edge. She would probably probably pried eventually but after giving the others time to cope with whatever it was that happened.
The same held true for Penny. Yang cannot imagine what it would have been like to see or experience that, much less to hear someone else talking about your death like it was such a sure thing. An inevitability? Her heart really went out to Penny in that moment.
First things first, Yang mentally smacked some sense into herself for her doubts. They are a TEAM. They are FRIENDS. Of COURSE they ought to bear such a burden together. Even if Yang wasn't there to see any of this unfold, even if she cannot fully wrap her head around the machinations and the planning that had to go into some kind of insane scheme like this, it doesn't mean she won't try her best to be there for the others.
Even if, in the moment, all she can do is walk away.
Not far — no, just a few steps before she turned back to the group, eyes closed. She was quiet, with her head raised. She was trying to put herself in her last moment in the arena before waking up in this strange new world. Hearing her words echoing across the platform — "Better luck next time!" — hearing the crowd going ballistic. For her. She won. Fair and square, she won but...
Mercury said something, didn't he? The words are muffled. Yang felt that he quipped something but for the life of her, she couldn't piece together the actual words or their meaning.
It's there that Yang snapped out of her recollection, and pounded her gloved fists together in trademark fashion.
No fire. Not a single spark. Her eyes don't even change color. But it's still plenty obvious that she's well and truly mad. ] She used us. She... played us ... who is she?!
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The same held true for Penny. Yang cannot imagine what it would have been like to see or experience that, much less to hear someone else talking about your death like it was such a sure thing. An inevitability? Her heart really went out to Penny in that moment.
First things first, Yang mentally smacked some sense into herself for her doubts. They are a TEAM. They are FRIENDS. Of COURSE they ought to bear such a burden together. Even if Yang wasn't there to see any of this unfold, even if she cannot fully wrap her head around the machinations and the planning that had to go into some kind of insane scheme like this, it doesn't mean she won't try her best to be there for the others.
Even if, in the moment, all she can do is walk away.
Not far — no, just a few steps before she turned back to the group, eyes closed. She was quiet, with her head raised. She was trying to put herself in her last moment in the arena before waking up in this strange new world. Hearing her words echoing across the platform — "Better luck next time!" — hearing the crowd going ballistic. For her. She won. Fair and square, she won but...
Mercury said something, didn't he? The words are muffled. Yang felt that he quipped something but for the life of her, she couldn't piece together the actual words or their meaning.
It's there that Yang snapped out of her recollection, and pounded her gloved fists together in trademark fashion.
No fire.
Not a single spark.
Her eyes don't even change color.
But it's still plenty obvious that she's well and truly mad. ] She used us. She... played us ... who is she?!