Unfortunately, Julie came from a background that disagreed greatly and told her she was dumb and useless. She was a pretty girl who asked too many questions -- the world told her early that she was better off turning her brain off. The truth is, Julie had become so disengaged by the end of her childhood that she's not sure she had ever acted at full capacity before Captain Trips. But her shock and confusion at the Singularity's connection to her stems far more from the fact that her world had no magic of its own. Why would the Singularity bond with someone who comes from that far away? Who died without ever knowing this world existed?
She thinks that's the part that makes it so difficult to wrap her mind around. How can a twist of fate or destiny, like being special or chosen or whatever, only be given to someone after they died?
He squeezes her hand and she smiles at him, but there's something sorrowful about it. As if she maybe has never been able to truly convince herself that people can mean it, that she won't always be the least important person around. It's hard to reconcile feeling important when you lose everything you've ever known. When your entire history has been more or less wiped away. She loves him so much, but she doesn't expect to be his priority.
She squeezes his hand back anyway and laughs a little.
"How many things can you make outta shells?" Julie can only imagine a few, but then again, she had literally never seen the ocean or fresh shells before this year, so her idea of what they could be used for is basically nonexistent. Jewelry and mermaid bras? Her nose wrinkles a little -- she wishes there was anywhere to go other than Aquila. Libertas is gone, Nocwich is old hat, and everywhere else was over the borders. Julie likes a little light treason as much as anyone, but it does seem like a bit too much trouble for a vacation.
"One thing I miss about my world is how many different places there were to visit. And anyone could travel mostly anywhere, long as they could afford it." She can't help lightly scoffing, "So, of course, that means I never got to go anywhere back then."
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She thinks that's the part that makes it so difficult to wrap her mind around. How can a twist of fate or destiny, like being special or chosen or whatever, only be given to someone after they died?
He squeezes her hand and she smiles at him, but there's something sorrowful about it. As if she maybe has never been able to truly convince herself that people can mean it, that she won't always be the least important person around. It's hard to reconcile feeling important when you lose everything you've ever known. When your entire history has been more or less wiped away. She loves him so much, but she doesn't expect to be his priority.
She squeezes his hand back anyway and laughs a little.
"How many things can you make outta shells?" Julie can only imagine a few, but then again, she had literally never seen the ocean or fresh shells before this year, so her idea of what they could be used for is basically nonexistent. Jewelry and mermaid bras? Her nose wrinkles a little -- she wishes there was anywhere to go other than Aquila. Libertas is gone, Nocwich is old hat, and everywhere else was over the borders. Julie likes a little light treason as much as anyone, but it does seem like a bit too much trouble for a vacation.
"One thing I miss about my world is how many different places there were to visit. And anyone could travel mostly anywhere, long as they could afford it." She can't help lightly scoffing, "So, of course, that means I never got to go anywhere back then."