[Her shoulders droop, and she decides to keep to herself the time she hadn't known better. They already think she's stupid, so they don't need to know how she'd chosen to do nothing and expected it to be over, just like that. How could she have guessed otherwise, when all she'd known was orders? What she'd thought was a choice was...exciting. A hope that burned out immediately, because "dying" isn't something that happens when you're only made up of parts of children that died specifically for your creation.]
...I have to do it in order to be loved. How I feel about it...
[That doesn't matter, either. Not when things are so empty. Her bent fingers comb through a patch of her hair, thinking it's odd that he calls it luck.]
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...I have to do it in order to be loved. How I feel about it...
[That doesn't matter, either. Not when things are so empty. Her bent fingers comb through a patch of her hair, thinking it's odd that he calls it luck.]
Do you really think it's possible?