"When I feel the way I do today," she says slowly. "It feels like my duties keep me. Tethered. To existence."
Her voice is quiet and rusty; choked, the way it gets when she tries to speak from her poor stupid heart. "When there is nothing I want. There is always what must be done."
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Date: 2020-11-26 01:39 am (UTC)Her voice is quiet and rusty; choked, the way it gets when she tries to speak from her poor stupid heart. "When there is nothing I want. There is always what must be done."
"Except not here," she says quietly.