[Lina listens, and Lina watches, and she doesn't know if it'll make it better or worse to call out her roommate's changing eye color. she decides to bring that up later; there are more important things to be concerned with. like this fire that's inside Jen that she wasn't entirely sure she knew about until now.]

[the hand that's been resting at her side clenches into a fist against the couch. her eyes aren't glowing or burning, but they're full of more resolve than she's shown in a long time. this fire... it reminds Lina of one that burned inside her up until a few years ago. when she thought it had burned out entirely.]

It's bullshit. You're better than that. Nobody tells you who you are and they're not going to start now.

[but her light had to come from somewhere.]

You're Jen fucking Bowen. Nobody could plan for you.