[ There's the slighted note of petulance in the way she snaps. If she was a different person perhaps she would stomp or cry. But whatever tears she'd had left he'd forced out of her.
And now she is empty, and she is all the more grateful for it. ]
No one needs to remember and no one should– all shit like that does is make you miserable. It holds you back. I don't care about your tree, and the people here don't care about me. Human-beings screw over people they love, people they share blood with– and you want to convince me complete strangers any fucking reason to care about me? God, you're even stupider than you look.
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[ There's the slighted note of petulance in the way she snaps. If she was a different person perhaps she would stomp or cry. But whatever tears she'd had left he'd forced out of her.
And now she is empty, and she is all the more grateful for it. ]
No one needs to remember and no one should– all shit like that does is make you miserable. It holds you back. I don't care about your tree, and the people here don't care about me. Human-beings screw over people they love, people they share blood with– and you want to convince me complete strangers any fucking reason to care about me? God, you're even stupider than you look.