[A brittleness, flecks of fear in her frustration. It is so easy for her to feel unreal, when she can't find the way to say what she means. Jaw tight, then a breath.]
I mean. How do I know I didn't choose it. The galaxy has plenty of children no one would miss. Why did they pick me, out of all of them? Convenience, chance? Or what if I already chose it. What if I was mostly what they needed, and I just didn't belong to them yet. What if I was always getting back what I gave?
What if I was already a killer? What if no one missed me because I chose to leave them behind?
[private/Mira]
[A brittleness, flecks of fear in her frustration. It is so easy for her to feel unreal, when she can't find the way to say what she means. Jaw tight, then a breath.]
I mean. How do I know I didn't choose it. The galaxy has plenty of children no one would miss. Why did they pick me, out of all of them? Convenience, chance? Or what if I already chose it. What if I was mostly what they needed, and I just didn't belong to them yet. What if I was always getting back what I gave?
What if I was already a killer? What if no one missed me because I chose to leave them behind?