Sometimes she wonders if she'll ever truly be free. Most of the time she comes to the conclusion there's no such thing for a beast like her. Life has felt like one coffin shaped box after another for almost as long as she can remember. First, her father's expectations. Then Calvin, burying Alice under the weight of Daisy. Then the Section 31, London, the Met. The Institute, Elias. The coffin. The Hunt. The ship.
There's an exhaustion that's carved so deep into her it surpasses bone, and a collar wrapped so tight around her throat she's not sure she's ever been able to truly breathe. She'd give anything for the slightest bit of slack in the chain.
"I-I don't— don't see how. A f-few— a few edge cases isn't— isn't enough. We don't— we don't have a plan. E-Even Jon had a plan. E-Even if his plan— suck— sucked."
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Sometimes she wonders if she'll ever truly be free. Most of the time she comes to the conclusion there's no such thing for a beast like her. Life has felt like one coffin shaped box after another for almost as long as she can remember. First, her father's expectations. Then Calvin, burying Alice under the weight of Daisy. Then the Section 31, London, the Met. The Institute, Elias. The coffin. The Hunt. The ship.
There's an exhaustion that's carved so deep into her it surpasses bone, and a collar wrapped so tight around her throat she's not sure she's ever been able to truly breathe. She'd give anything for the slightest bit of slack in the chain.
"I-I don't— don't see how. A f-few— a few edge cases isn't— isn't enough. We don't— we don't have a plan. E-Even Jon had a plan. E-Even if his plan— suck— sucked."