( mila never learned that lesson - decided not to, never will. it is grief, but a dull ache that she's had time to accept as a part of herself, not the sharp red line of pain newly got. it's the soreness of an old wound in winter, when the tug reminds you how you got it, and is not entirely unwelcome.
she considers her next words. )
We-- (you and i, mila and benji, all the other unplugged like them, ) --had an opportunity that not everyone gets. We made a choice to live in this world.
( it's true, but it's not the whole truth. that's all right, probably.
the point is, she remembers to keep choosing to do so. not everyone got to choose. )
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( mila never learned that lesson - decided not to, never will. it is grief, but a dull ache that she's had time to accept as a part of herself, not the sharp red line of pain newly got. it's the soreness of an old wound in winter, when the tug reminds you how you got it, and is not entirely unwelcome.
she considers her next words. )
We-- ( you and i, mila and benji, all the other unplugged like them, ) --had an opportunity that not everyone gets. We made a choice to live in this world.
( it's true, but it's not the whole truth. that's all right, probably.
the point is, she remembers to keep choosing to do so. not everyone got to choose. )