❧ | “H-Holden…?” It was Holden, wasn’t it? She’s unsure. “—-You said that if someone attacked and you told them to stop, they would. But…. what if they—-,” she licks her lips, “what if they don’t?” Inquiring minds want to know. This had, after all, happened to her in the past. Not that she’s going to tell him that.
She’s there, nestled comfortably in the corner of Holden’s peripheral vision, but he doesn’t look up. “Then you fight,” he answers flatly and statistically, “you fight for everything you’re worth. You let them know your happiness is worth the struggle.”