DIGGING HANDS IN her wounds right away, are we ? now, she’s been pointedly keeping jacob out of her thoughts - hurts to much to remember the moment. her father’s soft voice, the stake in her hand breaking skin, breaking ribs, breaking hearts - his & hers both. green gaze drops to the floor, lips pursed slightly in a way that makes it real clear she’s trying to keep her expression composed. ‘ i regret a lotta things. ’ but she doesn’t exactly know that she’d change things if she could. jacob was falling apart, anyway, going off the rails & dragging kate and scott with him. it’s probably better that his death happened when it did, when he redeemed himself in the eyes of his daughter - despite the fear that’d settled in her bones in the days leading up to his death, she remembers him with nothing but love & forgiveness. ‘ but there’s no use lookin back at the past like that. i gotta look out for myself, now. ’
