#your honor...them.

yelena: fuucckk dude, maybe life is worth living

bob: fuucckk dude, maybe i'm not all alone in my struggles

ava: fuucckk dude, maybe i do want to rely on and connect with other people

john: fuucckk dude, maybe i'm not a good person and have to actually work to improve myself

bucky: these are MY losers, you can't have them

These two mean so much to me. Two autistic-coded teenage girls, who are consistently misunderstood by their peers as being cold, mean, and aloof, despite the fiery, loving passion that burns within them. Two girls who hide behind domineering armor, but who, deep down, are just scared children. Two girls who desperately want to make their parents, who they idolize, proud, but have no idea how to go about doing so. Two girls with a strong sense of justice. Two girls who came from another country and struggle to adjust to a different set of customs. Two girls who fear vulnerability. Two girls who struggle to uphold their family name while their entire world has been upended. Two girls, who are consistently defined by their gimmicks, despite the fact that there is so much more to them than that. Two girls who miss their family, but they have to go on, they have to be strong, because that's what their loved ones would have expected of them.

Two girls.

A girl who misses home. And a girl who misses Papa.

A girl who wields a weapon because she feels it's the only way to be taken seriously. And a girl who clings to her mother's rules because they're the only constant in a confusing new world that she'll never understand.