Her whole life was chasing that drug. Being special, being important. There's no other reason to have bright pink hair, to wear head to toe sequins, to viciously cling to those with power. She'd wanted it so bad, for so long, and when she finally was the special one, everyone else fucking died.
But now, now that she is special and important, she almost wishes she weren't. Almost -- she doesn't want to be separated from the Singularity. She feels like it's a part of her actual being now. Now, it keeps pushing at her, prodding. Not content to be ignored, even in a moment where she doesn't have attention to spare.
Kyle tells her to find a way to alter his memory and she wants to laugh again. She knows people who can do it, it's true. She had one of them in her head just a few weeks ago. She doesn't think she could ask them without being in immediate danger, though. And she doesn't think it's right to meddle in people's brains anyway; it's been done to her and she resents it.
There's a long silence. She honestly doesn't know what to do or what to say. She wants to say it's fine, to play it cool. Pretend she isn't scared out of her gourd. She wants to believe him, but it feels impossible. ]
Just go. Please. [ She sounds small and tired. How could she have felt so content just an hour ago? ]
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Her whole life was chasing that drug. Being special, being important. There's no other reason to have bright pink hair, to wear head to toe sequins, to viciously cling to those with power. She'd wanted it so bad, for so long, and when she finally was the special one, everyone else fucking died.
But now, now that she is special and important, she almost wishes she weren't. Almost -- she doesn't want to be separated from the Singularity. She feels like it's a part of her actual being now. Now, it keeps pushing at her, prodding. Not content to be ignored, even in a moment where she doesn't have attention to spare.
Kyle tells her to find a way to alter his memory and she wants to laugh again. She knows people who can do it, it's true. She had one of them in her head just a few weeks ago. She doesn't think she could ask them without being in immediate danger, though. And she doesn't think it's right to meddle in people's brains anyway; it's been done to her and she resents it.
There's a long silence. She honestly doesn't know what to do or what to say. She wants to say it's fine, to play it cool. Pretend she isn't scared out of her gourd. She wants to believe him, but it feels impossible. ]
Just go. Please. [ She sounds small and tired. How could she have felt so content just an hour ago? ]