[ She's still laying knotted up in bed, her pillow clutched in close. She's still too new, too childish in ways she'd never been allowed to grow up and process as others might. She'd been raised to care, to concern, if not with either of those things, because it made her easier to manipulate, in some ways, she'd gone so far past a point where it was easily done. She had no good opinions about the world.
In other ways, she cradled that care for others close in like grasping fire in her hands, that kindness that the world seemed so lacking in. The want to save and prevent others from the misery she had gone through, the misery she had been forced to watch and in turn caused.
The world was cruel and without mercy, she refused to be the same. She could not help but want different for herself, for others, it didn't have to be this way, she could see a thousand lives and she knew that there was more than Jack ever lead her to believe.
Even if the price was dry heaving with the pain of it. ]
(Yes. I'll always care what happens to us, to all of us. But not because I am told to. )
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In other ways, she cradled that care for others close in like grasping fire in her hands, that kindness that the world seemed so lacking in. The want to save and prevent others from the misery she had gone through, the misery she had been forced to watch and in turn caused.
The world was cruel and without mercy, she refused to be the same. She could not help but want different for herself, for others, it didn't have to be this way, she could see a thousand lives and she knew that there was more than Jack ever lead her to believe.
Even if the price was dry heaving with the pain of it. ]
( Yes. I'll always care what happens to us, to all of us. But not because I am told to. )