[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b]The Sorcerer's Inn.
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	Leah's outbursts reminded Mary Sue of her own, back in Coulson's office. She looked down towards the ground, unsure of what to say about any of it. Trauma kept inflicting itself on all of them; was this what it was to be a hero? To bear loss after loss and keep going? It never [i]looked[/i] that way from the outside. She knew there would be hardship doing this, but she never thought it would be this soon. Mary Sue hoped that both she and Leah could find a way to deal with these feelings, but in the moment, she didn't have anything helpful to say to her. She [i]was[/i] annoyed at The Vision, for even bringing up the possibility of punishing her for reacting this way to death.

	She considered telling him off, but thought, instead, of a more diplomatic way. Something he had said legitimately didn't add up to her. "[color=ff48a5]Okay but, why was it important?[/color]" She asked, her tone even. She caught herself in the way she said that, and, not wanting to seem like a sociopath, corrected herself, "[color=ff48a5]I mean, why [i]now[/i]? We-[/color]" she started, drying her eyes, and considering her next words carefully, "[color=ff48a5]We're kids. Adults lie to kids all the time, why was it important that we knew this [i]right now[/i]?[/color]" She pushed. The rationale just wasn't clicking for her.