[ It's strange, to be bothered and yet not bothered by the things that happened, to have a working understanding of her role and place as a tool and to find value in that despite being consistently paranoid that someone will discover what she is and use it for that very same purpose. Cat's out of the bag now, though, she supposes, and her apathy regarding the whole situation is possibly palpable. Of course she's all right. It seems unjustified to be anything other than all right when she's volunteered her ability now and in the past. Claire recognizes that it's a messed up way of thinking, but there are people out there who aren't alright, in a hundred ways that she will never relate to.
Eventually, she looks sideways at him, feeling like she might go cross-eyed from exhaustion. One look at him, his eye, remembering the smell of burnt clothing and skin, just reaffirms how she feels. ]
I know I should probably say that I'm not okay. I died twice, technically. But I don't feel anything about it one way or another. I should've died a million other times before I even got here. I've always been fine. [ She kicks her leg out to nudge him with her foot. ] It's not something we have to talk about right now, at any rate. I can tell you're exhausted.
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[ It's strange, to be bothered and yet not bothered by the things that happened, to have a working understanding of her role and place as a tool and to find value in that despite being consistently paranoid that someone will discover what she is and use it for that very same purpose. Cat's out of the bag now, though, she supposes, and her apathy regarding the whole situation is possibly palpable. Of course she's all right. It seems unjustified to be anything other than all right when she's volunteered her ability now and in the past. Claire recognizes that it's a messed up way of thinking, but there are people out there who aren't alright, in a hundred ways that she will never relate to.
Eventually, she looks sideways at him, feeling like she might go cross-eyed from exhaustion. One look at him, his eye, remembering the smell of burnt clothing and skin, just reaffirms how she feels. ]
I know I should probably say that I'm not okay. I died twice, technically. But I don't feel anything about it one way or another. I should've died a million other times before I even got here. I've always been fine. [ She kicks her leg out to nudge him with her foot. ] It's not something we have to talk about right now, at any rate. I can tell you're exhausted.