[She's still struggling with what to say, so the texts start showing up before she can figure it out.]
It's not too late
[But that's it, that's all she can bring herself to say, because in so many ways it does feel too late. Too late for her with all of them. They kept her out for so long and now the prospect of being brought in is...she doesn't have a comparison for it, but it makes her skin crawl with how badly she wants it and how badly she wants to run from it.
She can't figure out anything else to say, and knows the small comfort those words might bring must ring hollow.]
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It's not too late
[But that's it, that's all she can bring herself to say, because in so many ways it does feel too late. Too late for her with all of them. They kept her out for so long and now the prospect of being brought in is...she doesn't have a comparison for it, but it makes her skin crawl with how badly she wants it and how badly she wants to run from it.
She can't figure out anything else to say, and knows the small comfort those words might bring must ring hollow.]