[The thing is, they spent all this time after they pulled her out explaining that what she was used to wasn't real. Back home - because there's still a part of her that thinks of it as home - she could have done it. Soared across in a crackle of blue light, nobody to tell her otherwise. But now, after extraction and all the hard lessons that come with that, she hesitates. Wraps the delay up in sneering down at the small hand folding into hers and makes a sound like there's something bitter stuck in the back of her throat.]
Sure. Then what? Pajama party? Braid each other's fuckin' hair?
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Sure. Then what? Pajama party? Braid each other's fuckin' hair?