[Misty - for all her willingness to entertain the idea of rebellion when she's talked to Barge folks about the subject - has been doing her level best to bury any personal negative feelings about her new situation. It's not for practical purposes: she's pretty good at putting on a game face regardless of what she's feeling inside. It's simply that the idea of confronting the magnitude of her loss, and the outpouring of grief that it could bring on, terrifies her. Better to just brute-force cheerfulness, work with what she's got - whether that means working on getting a deal here, conspiring to help prison-break so that they can get back to the Barge, or playing both sides at once so that she'll come out okay no matter how things shake out - and not let the world and all its setbacks get her down.
But Taylor's words hit her, unexpectedly, like a physical blow, and her face cycles through several emotions in quick succession: anger, hurt, sorrow.]
Don't say that.
[She whispers, curling her arms more tightly around herself.]
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But Taylor's words hit her, unexpectedly, like a physical blow, and her face cycles through several emotions in quick succession: anger, hurt, sorrow.]
Don't say that.
[She whispers, curling her arms more tightly around herself.]
You didn't even know him.