When Allison finally pulls back, Lydia looks back at her friend and has sympathy etched into her features. Usually Lydia is the emotional one and Allison is the one that helps her level out. It's a little strange having the shoes be on the opposite feet at the moment, although Lydia gets it, given the situation at hand. Lydia's been here. She's had time to adjust and think and...Allison is still processing her own death. It makes sense to have the reversal of roles.
A little smile crosses Lydia's face at Allison's comment and, okay, maybe her eyes are getting a little glassy with emotion. Everything she's ever done since Allison's death has been to try to make her friend proud. To make her sacrifice worth giving. "I don't know about killing it, but I'm trying. That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" she asks. Lydia's vague there on purpose, leaning heavily on the fact that it's a popular saying, because it hits so close to home and she doesn't want to tell Allison. She doesn't think it's something her friend will want to hear. She hasn't told Stiles, either, and she doesn't intend to.
If the brunette wanted to look through the network at some point, Lydia's sure she'd see the video of the attack in the archives, because Lydia occasionally watches it, even now, when she's alone. To remind herself what she's working to rise above. To remind herself that she's stronger than she looks and she can do this. The only person she's had around to tell her those things in the wake of Allison's disappearance from the Complex is herself. Matt, Barry, Dick; they're great, but Ray was really the only one who ever outwardly told her she could do things and even then it wasn't often or proactive. Lydia depends on Lydia now. She loves the people around her, but she only really and truly depends on herself.
"I'm going to rise to the tip top, just watch me," she says confidently, tossing her hair dramatically for a little extra levity. "I'm going to bring you and Stiles with me, don't worry. But I'm going to. We'll get to the top and take this place down from there. We'll get home, all of us. Even you," she promises even though it's a promise she can't keep. The idea of being able to conquer this whole place, eventually, gives Lydia a boost of confidence she hasn't yet earned; makes her think that the three of them will be invincible if they really want to be. And if that's the case, then she can take Allison home again, she can. Lydia will be damned if her best friend died trying to save Lydia's life only to be doomed to exist in this dump for the rest of her life. No way.
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A little smile crosses Lydia's face at Allison's comment and, okay, maybe her eyes are getting a little glassy with emotion. Everything she's ever done since Allison's death has been to try to make her friend proud. To make her sacrifice worth giving. "I don't know about killing it, but I'm trying. That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" she asks. Lydia's vague there on purpose, leaning heavily on the fact that it's a popular saying, because it hits so close to home and she doesn't want to tell Allison. She doesn't think it's something her friend will want to hear. She hasn't told Stiles, either, and she doesn't intend to.
If the brunette wanted to look through the network at some point, Lydia's sure she'd see the video of the attack in the archives, because Lydia occasionally watches it, even now, when she's alone. To remind herself what she's working to rise above. To remind herself that she's stronger than she looks and she can do this. The only person she's had around to tell her those things in the wake of Allison's disappearance from the Complex is herself. Matt, Barry, Dick; they're great, but Ray was really the only one who ever outwardly told her she could do things and even then it wasn't often or proactive. Lydia depends on Lydia now. She loves the people around her, but she only really and truly depends on herself.
"I'm going to rise to the tip top, just watch me," she says confidently, tossing her hair dramatically for a little extra levity. "I'm going to bring you and Stiles with me, don't worry. But I'm going to. We'll get to the top and take this place down from there. We'll get home, all of us. Even you," she promises even though it's a promise she can't keep. The idea of being able to conquer this whole place, eventually, gives Lydia a boost of confidence she hasn't yet earned; makes her think that the three of them will be invincible if they really want to be. And if that's the case, then she can take Allison home again, she can. Lydia will be damned if her best friend died trying to save Lydia's life only to be doomed to exist in this dump for the rest of her life. No way.