[Because she doesn't want them to feel angry and she stares at that smile-a smile she doesn't understand with the swirling bubble of anger around them. Within them. And she looks at their tiny clenched hands instead of people in white labcoats gathering her into their arms for another test. Another experiment. Another painful venture outside of her room that grew larger whenever another child 'disappeared'. All she wanted to do was play with blocks. To hide. To have a life outside of their influence, even if it was short. Knowing it was impossible and she tried to extend her time outside of their reach by hiding under chairs, under beds, under anything that would fit her until it didn't anymore.]
That's how it was supposed to be for someone like me. So it's okay.
[She repeats. Again. It's okay. Hoping that's enough to express that's what she was made for. Supposed to be for. The subject of painful tests for an experiment and project that would better humanity. That's how it was. There was no alternative for a person like her, born for one purpose. The fact she gets to be someone else now-that she gets a chance at a life is-she accepts it. This short-lived happiness because it's all she ever wanted, even if it's going to end soon.
Her hands are shaking again and it's new feeling, brought on by the kind islanders she's met, but she has a desire to fill them with some kind warmth. Slowly, she reaches out for their balled fists. If they let her, she's going to just sorta hold onto their hands.]
It's not like that anymore. Kidwun doesn't have to think about that.
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[Because she doesn't want them to feel angry and she stares at that smile-a smile she doesn't understand with the swirling bubble of anger around them. Within them. And she looks at their tiny clenched hands instead of people in white labcoats gathering her into their arms for another test. Another experiment. Another painful venture outside of her room that grew larger whenever another child 'disappeared'. All she wanted to do was play with blocks. To hide. To have a life outside of their influence, even if it was short. Knowing it was impossible and she tried to extend her time outside of their reach by hiding under chairs, under beds, under anything that would fit her until it didn't anymore.]
That's how it was supposed to be for someone like me. So it's okay.
[She repeats. Again. It's okay. Hoping that's enough to express that's what she was made for. Supposed to be for. The subject of painful tests for an experiment and project that would better humanity. That's how it was. There was no alternative for a person like her, born for one purpose. The fact she gets to be someone else now-that she gets a chance at a life is-she accepts it. This short-lived happiness because it's all she ever wanted, even if it's going to end soon.
Her hands are shaking again and it's new feeling, brought on by the kind islanders she's met, but she has a desire to fill them with some kind warmth. Slowly, she reaches out for their balled fists. If they let her, she's going to just sorta hold onto their hands.]
It's not like that anymore. Kidwun doesn't have to think about that.