She laughs softly, hollow but not disingenuous, the way most of their laughter sounded back on Earth. At least she's got that piece of the part down.
"I'll do you one better. There a real kitchen in there?" This part she's less steady in, she just came from a beautiful kitchen in Teleios, the one gifted to her. But she's not supposed to have that but, disturbingly, it's not at all difficult to remember that she shouldn't know about that place. It feels wrong, but easy to slip into the role, a blatant lie right to the face of someone she swore never to lie to ever again. A pie or two is hardly going to square things.
It is, however, all she thinks she can offer. Falling right into the old trap of selfishness wrapped in platitudes and the greater good, not wanting others to hurt because she's not whole enough to accept their pain on top of her own. She never wanted to be this person again. But she is, so easily. So maybe she never stopped.
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"I'll do you one better. There a real kitchen in there?" This part she's less steady in, she just came from a beautiful kitchen in Teleios, the one gifted to her. But she's not supposed to have that but, disturbingly, it's not at all difficult to remember that she shouldn't know about that place. It feels wrong, but easy to slip into the role, a blatant lie right to the face of someone she swore never to lie to ever again. A pie or two is hardly going to square things.
It is, however, all she thinks she can offer. Falling right into the old trap of selfishness wrapped in platitudes and the greater good, not wanting others to hurt because she's not whole enough to accept their pain on top of her own. She never wanted to be this person again. But she is, so easily. So maybe she never stopped.