[She does want honesty. And it makes sense to her, even without knowing the intricacies of Sophie’s world, that all the complicated and sometimes oppressive parts of being a One-in-Five would still be the building blocks of her life, her identity –– her story, whether it’s been glorious or tragic.
It makes her think of Verso, actually. She can’t say for certain what makes his family a force of nature, but she knows she will never have a full picture of him as long as it remains a mystery to her. It’s no different with Sophie, even if it’s not at all the same, either.]
It’s complicated. A rare experience, with very few other who could understand what you’re going through. But that makes it even more admirable to me that you’re trying, Sophie. You’re forging your own path in the unknown.
[She takes a sip of her wine, sets the glass down, and reaches over to put a hand on her friend’s shoulder for a brief squeeze. She smiles, knowing this question is one that most people fondly hate:]
So what have you learned to like about yourself so far?
I... Yeah. It's... Never done before, not really. Esme killed me and left, but she also did industrial quantities of drugs and then got killed by this one dude she was fucking or whatever. The other three also tried? Together, but our conclusion is that individuality is lame. No one has been away for this long.
(That's the thing, though. Sciel doesn't quite know what she is trying, does she? It gets her feeling like an impostor, sometimes. To be fighting so hard against her programming, and feeling like she fooled everyone to believe she's not... Well. Who she is trying not to be. That's what makes her pensive, and it makes another sigh release from her lungs before she goggles her eyes with the question Sciel posed.
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It makes her think of Verso, actually. She can’t say for certain what makes his family a force of nature, but she knows she will never have a full picture of him as long as it remains a mystery to her. It’s no different with Sophie, even if it’s not at all the same, either.]
It’s complicated. A rare experience, with very few other who could understand what you’re going through. But that makes it even more admirable to me that you’re trying, Sophie. You’re forging your own path in the unknown.
[She takes a sip of her wine, sets the glass down, and reaches over to put a hand on her friend’s shoulder for a brief squeeze. She smiles, knowing this question is one that most people fondly hate:]
So what have you learned to like about yourself so far?
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(That's the thing, though. Sciel doesn't quite know what she is trying, does she? It gets her feeling like an impostor, sometimes. To be fighting so hard against her programming, and feeling like she fooled everyone to believe she's not... Well. Who she is trying not to be. That's what makes her pensive, and it makes another sigh release from her lungs before she goggles her eyes with the question Sciel posed.
This one is loaded.)
... I don't know.