( Red quiets when he puts it the way that he does. He's not the first person she's told about it all. There have been hopeful statements. There have been ones of caring. There have been ones of anger for what she was put through, and she appreciates them all. She thinks what he says has a different kind of meaning, because he understands in a way few other people can (in a way she wouldn't want others to understand - being made for a purpose, being wielded, being trapped).
It's the first time anyone has ever told her she could build her own place where she might belong. And she's not entirely sure what to do with that reality, but it feels real. )
Thank you. Truly.
( She plays with the fray of her sleeve. ) Is that what you ended up doing? Building your own place to belong?
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It's the first time anyone has ever told her she could build her own place where she might belong. And she's not entirely sure what to do with that reality, but it feels real. )
Thank you. Truly.
( She plays with the fray of her sleeve. ) Is that what you ended up doing? Building your own place to belong?