[ It's the last thing she wants anyone to tell her, her face turning into Parker's cheek, a smooth motion as she nuzzles back into her.
There's a lot more to it, other than she died, other than she had been alive, other than the hive had given her a way out of her own fate. Because she had been ready to do, it's not like it had snuck on her, she had years and years of watching, waiting, knowing and accepting what had happened to her. ]
I spent years, watching others, my whole life, in fact. So much misery and so much death. Because that's what Pandora is. [ It's murmured softly, quiet like secrets maybe should be and she has far, far too many of them. ] I learned that eventually what was and could have been doesn't really matter, to what you do now.
[ and Parker - Parker more than anything, made her happy, made her feel whole and wanted and she is just as selfish with that want. A greediness that only loneliness makes as she turns into her. ]
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[ It's the last thing she wants anyone to tell her, her face turning into Parker's cheek, a smooth motion as she nuzzles back into her.
There's a lot more to it, other than she died, other than she had been alive, other than the hive had given her a way out of her own fate. Because she had been ready to do, it's not like it had snuck on her, she had years and years of watching, waiting, knowing and accepting what had happened to her. ]
I spent years, watching others, my whole life, in fact. So much misery and so much death. Because that's what Pandora is. [ It's murmured softly, quiet like secrets maybe should be and she has far, far too many of them. ] I learned that eventually what was and could have been doesn't really matter, to what you do now.
[ and Parker - Parker more than anything, made her happy, made her feel whole and wanted and she is just as selfish with that want. A greediness that only loneliness makes as she turns into her. ]