[ it's that one word that carries the weight of everything Jen was thinking about. it was the culmination of every bit of self-awareness, introspection, doubt, and fear that she'd been carrying since the first set of memories came rolling in.
most of her fears, anyway. there was another catch. ]
But what if - what if it worked both ways?
[ this is the part where things get messy inside of her head. there's a spark of emotion in her tone, finally. hope? defiance? there's a spark of energy with no immediate outlet. ] Yang lost her arm later in life. Sometime between half my memories and the other. And I don't ... I can't believe that I was born into this world like this just to fit into that. There has to be more to it than that!
[ yep, definitely defiance. Jen's way of looking at the world, of scoffing in the face of concepts such as luck or fate guiding her through life's ups, downs, achievements and losses shining through.
Jen turns to Lina and her eyes are a bright red now. like her favorite rosy lipstick. like simmering embers. a solid contrast to Lina's own brilliant blue. ] I'm mad, Lina! I'm mad as hell that this is happening to me and I refuse to believe that I was made to fit anyone's schemes. I won't allow it! I can't.
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[ it's that one word that carries the weight of everything Jen was thinking about. it was the culmination of every bit of self-awareness, introspection, doubt, and fear that she'd been carrying since the first set of memories came rolling in.
most of her fears, anyway. there was another catch. ]
But what if - what if it worked both ways?
[ this is the part where things get messy inside of her head. there's a spark of emotion in her tone, finally. hope? defiance? there's a spark of energy with no immediate outlet. ] Yang lost her arm later in life. Sometime between half my memories and the other. And I don't ... I can't believe that I was born into this world like this just to fit into that. There has to be more to it than that!
[ yep, definitely defiance. Jen's way of looking at the world, of scoffing in the face of concepts such as luck or fate guiding her through life's ups, downs, achievements and losses shining through.
Jen turns to Lina and her eyes are a bright red now. like her favorite rosy lipstick. like simmering embers. a solid contrast to Lina's own brilliant blue. ] I'm mad, Lina! I'm mad as hell that this is happening to me and I refuse to believe that I was made to fit anyone's schemes. I won't allow it! I can't.