[ That voice. What is that? Sympathy? Pity? She's not certain whether to stare him down or curl her lip in disgust.
She hasn't actually felt like a child since... Three years ago? Eight years ago? Or even further back? All the way back to the beginning?
Her left hand twitches involuntarily. A momentary spasm of her fingers recoiling toward her palm. She flexes her fingers once, twice, assuring herself the tendons are all fine. The motor movements still work perfectly. ]
There are many unhappy people in the world.
[ It's such a nothing answer. As if it doesn't concern her if she's one of those "unhappy people." ]
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She hasn't actually felt like a child since... Three years ago? Eight years ago? Or even further back? All the way back to the beginning?
Her left hand twitches involuntarily. A momentary spasm of her fingers recoiling toward her palm. She flexes her fingers once, twice, assuring herself the tendons are all fine. The motor movements still work perfectly. ]
There are many unhappy people in the world.
[ It's such a nothing answer. As if it doesn't concern her if she's one of those "unhappy people." ]