She can feel her features begin to twitch, the unknown sentiments that she has yet to acknowledge. Low is her voice when she chooses her next words, careful & cautious, as if someone were listening with ill intent.
❝ Humans… you are all complex creatures, with one head instead of five. Perhaps that is why you cannot make decisions for yourself. ❞
❝ Creatures? If I didn’t know any better I would have said youwere the complex creature. You read my fuckin’ mind the other day. You scare me but—– ❞
—-but you’re perfect. how can someone so real look so fake? it frightened him a bit, but he was still looking forward to dissect everything about her. as he strove to become a lawyer, he liked to think of her as a case needing to be solved.
