If Rapunzel had been able to hear his thoughts, she'd have liked to argue that she wasn't quite as useless as that. That she could do, at least, some things. That she wasn't dead.
Except it would have been a lie.
She would have died if Some hadn't saved her, and here Tim was helping her now - this situation she'd mostly dealt with before he'd come along, at least, and she probably could have put herself out before enough of her caught to put her in real danger. She'd run because she could, because she was lighting rather than blazing, and it had ended up working out.
But she couldn't know what he was thinking, and so all she had left were her own thoughts, which ran along parallel lines to his. Mother had been right, she wasn't prepared for the world outside her tower. She was doing better than she would have hoped, but she wasn't prepared. If more people were trying to kill her, like they were supposed to, she'd be dead already. So she shrugs a little and looks down.
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Except it would have been a lie.
She would have died if Some hadn't saved her, and here Tim was helping her now - this situation she'd mostly dealt with before he'd come along, at least, and she probably could have put herself out before enough of her caught to put her in real danger. She'd run because she could, because she was lighting rather than blazing, and it had ended up working out.
But she couldn't know what he was thinking, and so all she had left were her own thoughts, which ran along parallel lines to his. Mother had been right, she wasn't prepared for the world outside her tower. She was doing better than she would have hoped, but she wasn't prepared. If more people were trying to kill her, like they were supposed to, she'd be dead already. So she shrugs a little and looks down.
"It's all right. It's really not so bad."