Mia found a place to sit on the bed, feeling a bit at sea.
When Martin had described all the events as he did, it hadn't occurred to her to change her perspective much on everything that had come before.
She hadn't felt the need to reevaluate her own behavior.
Even when they'd found Trace, she hadn't fully considered the original impact of her actions… until now. Until he'd pointed it out so plainly to her.
Mia rubbed her temples with her fingers to hide the fact that she was about to cry.
'Your tantrum may have saved the world' Uncle Trace had told her. That… she didn't know how to feel about that.
"Mia?" Ford sat down next to her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing more than the obvious," She told him a little sarcastically, and he chuckled.
"I'm sure I know exactly what you mean."
"Uncle Trace pointed out… that if I hadn't run away, he wouldn't have been in the cave."