She's not worried about either, because Raven Reyes can stop it.
If she has to believe in anything, it's herself. She's only ever had herself to depend on. When Mom had turned her back on her, Raven had learned to become self-sufficient. She knows where her talents lie, and she knows, despite his tease, if there was a threat of acid fog, there were steps that needed to be taken, and she possessed that knowledge.
A part of her wonders if the best way to plan for a possible attack was to keep their heads screwed on, but she doesn't so much as say it.
Glancing at him, her gaze settles on the box he stands closest to. "They're shit," she says, and glances over her shoulder to look at the weapons that aren't in top shape. The Grounders had better versions than what they'd been provided here, but they were also handmade and stronger for it. "I'll have to fix them."
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If she has to believe in anything, it's herself. She's only ever had herself to depend on. When Mom had turned her back on her, Raven had learned to become self-sufficient. She knows where her talents lie, and she knows, despite his tease, if there was a threat of acid fog, there were steps that needed to be taken, and she possessed that knowledge.
A part of her wonders if the best way to plan for a possible attack was to keep their heads screwed on, but she doesn't so much as say it.
Glancing at him, her gaze settles on the box he stands closest to. "They're shit," she says, and glances over her shoulder to look at the weapons that aren't in top shape. The Grounders had better versions than what they'd been provided here, but they were also handmade and stronger for it. "I'll have to fix them."