Amber steps away from the stove, leaning back against the kitchen table with arms crossed in front of her in a guarded pose. But her eyes linger on Havoc, curious but with a tinge of something that might be-- might be sadness.
There's too much at stake. But yes, she knows how frustrating it feels to hover always at the periphery, going through the day like a bystander in one's own life. People are always kept at an arm's length. Disconnect is commonplace. She knows that there must be more than this, which is why she wants so much to learn. It begs the question of whether she would ask the same of the CDC, if she can afford to. Yes, absolutely yes to the former, but never to the latter. ]
Better to die a free man than a slave.
[ A slave to what? One's own rationality, perhaps. ]
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Amber steps away from the stove, leaning back against the kitchen table with arms crossed in front of her in a guarded pose. But her eyes linger on Havoc, curious but with a tinge of something that might be-- might be sadness.
There's too much at stake. But yes, she knows how frustrating it feels to hover always at the periphery, going through the day like a bystander in one's own life. People are always kept at an arm's length. Disconnect is commonplace. She knows that there must be more than this, which is why she wants so much to learn. It begs the question of whether she would ask the same of the CDC, if she can afford to. Yes, absolutely yes to the former, but never to the latter. ]
Better to die a free man than a slave.
[ A slave to what? One's own rationality, perhaps. ]
I know.