Somehow, it was much easier to give than to receive. Celeste always tried to do the right thing, that included trusting people, but that was a lot easier said than done. When her life was on the line, she did not trust a single bastard to put their live in risk for her. 

She was always the one protecting people. That came so easy to her. It was like second nature to her to grab a gun and defend the weak. Now that she was the weak, she found it so hard to believe someone would grab a gun and defend her. Celeste did not understand why someone would just help a girl out they did not even know for no damn reason. 

One thing was for sure: she was tired of pulling out a gun every time someone walked up to her. Celeste wanted to trust someone. But only if it was that easy to do so. Her fist clenched into tightly as she finally said something. The words coming out breathless and desperate. 

(1.) - You think I can still trust you?;

Dahlia crossed her arms, looking at Lexie. Her eyes studied the dark haired woman, her head lulled to the right as she searched for any line, anything to tell her that things were not as they seemed. Mostly, though, she tried to understand. She tried to understand what would have compelled the other woman to do what she did. She tried to understand how things fell apart. How a simple run had ended in a casualty that could have been prevented. She needed to know, which was why she’d asked her colleagues on the council to be the one to speak with Lexie, to which they agreed. She needed to gather the facts, to clean up the mess, and maybe help the other woman. Not just for the sake of the runner, but for maintaining a sense of peace and order in Fall City.

The blonde backed up and leaned against the wall in the library, bringing her pounding head back against the cool surface. When she brought Lexie into the library she had tried to make it abundantly clear that the other was not in some sort of interrogation. Dahlia was not going to play a cop, grill her for answers. At the end of the day, she just wanted to find an out for the the other woman. Something that made sense. 

“I know you’re probably pissed at us right now,” she began, stepping forward toward the table where the other woman sat, “That run, whatever went down with that boy, they’re saying that’s on you Lexie and you’re not giving us reason to believe otherwise,” Dahlia pressed her lips together, searching for diplomatic words, “People die. As much as we hate when that happens, as much as we wish it wouldn’t, it happens. You know as well as anyone, when you step outside those walls, you’re taking a risk. But that’s why you guys go out in pairs, to watch each other’s backs,” Dahlia took a seat on the chair across from Lexie, laying her hands in her lap, “People are saying you didn’t do that today. I don’t believe them, but you’ve got to give us something. These people won’t trust you. After all this, you think I can still trust you, the others can trust you?”

She leaned forward, her eyes pleading for Lexie to set things straight, to say that she didn’t turn her back or at least that she had a Hell of a good reason to, “Give me a reason to trust you.”

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“You won’t eat that,” Axel pointed a finger at the slop on her plate, “That is disgusting you will not eat that.” He paused then, eyeing Lexie across the table with a devlish glint in his eye. “Actually no, I totally dare you to eat that.” 

With the challenge laid out Lexie took a spoonful off the goop upon her spoon, waving it in the air between them as if putting it on display. Axel chuckled, shaking his head, “Nope, you still won’t do –” before he could fully finish his statement she had shoved the spoonful in her mouth and his jaw dropped.

3 - "Do you still love me?"