[She knows what will happen if she tells him. He already hates Jackson and she doesn't even know which version of him is here. It's better if he doesn't know. She knows she couldn't hold either one of them back if something happened. And if they hurt her? It'd be a thousand times worse for both.
So instead of answering, Lydia lifts her hand to his hand, brushing her thumb over it, trying to calm him down.]
I'm okay. It was at the Arena. We need to figure out what happened to the barges.
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So instead of answering, Lydia lifts her hand to his hand, brushing her thumb over it, trying to calm him down.]
I'm okay. It was at the Arena. We need to figure out what happened to the barges.