You helped me with the ghosts. You are helping me here in the Greenhouse. Not everything's about how fucking magical or powerful you are. Sometimes you need someone to have the right words, the right ideas. You're helpful. I wouldn't want anyone else here with me now, okay?
( Then she pauses at the question, turning to look at where Clara has pointed and then nodding. Tears well in her own eyes, but she's been honest, and so Red will be too even if it's hard. Articulating things is so fucking hard. )
...Loneliness. I've always been alone since I was created until I ended up here. I didn't even know I- ( a tear slips down her own face, and she tugs Clara with her toward that small area. ) didn't even know I wanted connection until I ended up here.
( And here is not going to last.
She shoves it into the spot, and the greenhouse shifts in turn. The dark magic recedes, and the air itself feels clearer. )
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( Then she pauses at the question, turning to look at where Clara has pointed and then nodding. Tears well in her own eyes, but she's been honest, and so Red will be too even if it's hard. Articulating things is so fucking hard. )
...Loneliness. I've always been alone since I was created until I ended up here. I didn't even know I- ( a tear slips down her own face, and she tugs Clara with her toward that small area. ) didn't even know I wanted connection until I ended up here.
( And here is not going to last.
She shoves it into the spot, and the greenhouse shifts in turn. The dark magic recedes, and the air itself feels clearer. )