Aya took the prescribed deep breath and held until she saw spots. It helped, a little. What helped more was the anger that started to grow during the other girl's testimony. It was righteous, indignant anger about how the girl was coloring the events. It made Aya sick for an entirely different reason...and it served to put some more iron in her spine. She took the stand with determination instead of fear, and she spoke with her customary, forthright honesty.
She'd have time to shake and break down later, for now she was mad. Very, very mad...but she didn't let it show. Her lawyer was grimly pleased by her testimony...and she really didn't dare look back to the people she knew after that. She kept her face forward and her gaze steady on the judge.
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Date: 2009-12-15 04:16 am (UTC)She'd have time to shake and break down later, for now she was mad. Very, very mad...but she didn't let it show. Her lawyer was grimly pleased by her testimony...and she really didn't dare look back to the people she knew after that. She kept her face forward and her gaze steady on the judge.