She always seemed to make excuses. Even as a child, in almost everything she did there were excuses. Something broken, her brother pushed her. She got into a fight at school, the kid called her a name or made fun of her.
Everything was an excuse.
The blonde's brother sure had gotten tired of it, and stated so in their late teens. What was he greeted with as a response? Another excuse. He should've known. They were the most common things to leave her mouth.
Not much had changed from her time in the Project. She could never find it in her to be better, faster, stronger than the rest like she wanted. She tried, and tried, and tried but failed.
"It's her damn "Director's pet" routine. She gets special treatment." She cursed about it under her breath, but never tried to better her fighting style to actually make a difference. Excuses, excuses.
After everything that had happened, when the dust settled and she was alone with Delta, he'd asked why she'd done what she did.
"He was going to get us killed eventually. Had to stop it before I ended up six feet under."
Yet another excuse.
