[ it's not what she was expecting. that shows on her face for a moment -- then again, she doesn't know what she was expecting.
it's something she has to think about. did she? had she ever wanted to hurt them? she thinks back to times spent hopping between gaggles of damaged children cowering in the dark. thinks back to the times spent on her own, cowering under blankets and behind skips. thinks back to the times she hadn't succeeded at hiding, but was cowering all the same.
she doesn't remember them. the people who made her what she is.
Nill shakes her head. what would hurting them do? where one falls, another would surely step forward into their place, leap at the chance to make a profit. her face is a mask of thought, of pale disgust and frustration. ]
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it's something she has to think about. did she? had she ever wanted to hurt them? she thinks back to times spent hopping between gaggles of damaged children cowering in the dark. thinks back to the times spent on her own, cowering under blankets and behind skips. thinks back to the times she hadn't succeeded at hiding, but was cowering all the same.
she doesn't remember them. the people who made her what she is.
Nill shakes her head. what would hurting them do? where one falls, another would surely step forward into their place, leap at the chance to make a profit. her face is a mask of thought, of pale disgust and frustration. ]