Daisy presses her lips together and makes a low, grumbling mmmm noise, before huffing and taking a pointed swig from her glass as she swipes the air with a hand. "Mrrr— shut up."
She puts her glass back down and slumps in her chair, rocking it back on the rear legs. "I know— I know we're a mess. Alright? Always have been. But after the Buried— I couldn't be the me she was used to. Heard her asking you if I'd got replaced, once. Spent months fighting the same fights. But I still— we're still us. Just. Figuring out what that looks like, now."
That really doesn't clear things up. Ugh, she hates trying to express complicated crap like this.
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Daisy presses her lips together and makes a low, grumbling mmmm noise, before huffing and taking a pointed swig from her glass as she swipes the air with a hand. "Mrrr— shut up."
She puts her glass back down and slumps in her chair, rocking it back on the rear legs. "I know— I know we're a mess. Alright? Always have been. But after the Buried— I couldn't be the me she was used to. Heard her asking you if I'd got replaced, once. Spent months fighting the same fights. But I still— we're still us. Just. Figuring out what that looks like, now."
That really doesn't clear things up. Ugh, she hates trying to express complicated crap like this.
"Talking isn't something we're. Good at."