"I want to support you, too." Mir smiles morosely. "All it takes is one fuck-up, it seems. We're allowed one mistake, and then never again. You've always been perfect, Fiora, but what has it gotten you?"
Her tone seeps with bitterness, a threat of tears. She tells herself it's stupid to be emotional about this; Harper doesn't love her. Why should Mir be sad about it? She shouldn't even mourn what could have been. She should look to what's possible.
And what's possible is right in front of her.
"The best you can do for me is fight for what makes you happy." Mir's voice drops to a whisper, strained. "Fiora, you have so much to say, so much to give. Has anyone ever listened to you? Has anyone ever looked at you?" Mir's voice shakes. "I'm going to find what makes me happy. I want you to promise me, even if doesn't involve following me, you'll do the same."
girls like us are rotten to the core