Again, she listens to his side of the story, but something troubles the back of her mind. It's been there every day since last summer.
Has it already been that long...?
She only hears about half of what he says. Her mind is still on her Teacher. He's said it before: their stories are incredibly similar. More than that; they're also incredibly alike in temperament.
She knows the question was coming practically out of the blue, but it needs to be asked. And he needs to tell the truth, regardless.
"Is that what I am to you?" she asks softly, carefully. "Another experiment? Just one more slave girl? Cassandra 2.0 even?"
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Date: 1 Jun 2009 04:23 am (UTC)Has it already been that long...?
She only hears about half of what he says. Her mind is still on her Teacher. He's said it before: their stories are incredibly similar. More than that; they're also incredibly alike in temperament.
She knows the question was coming practically out of the blue, but it needs to be asked. And he needs to tell the truth, regardless.
"Is that what I am to you?" she asks softly, carefully. "Another experiment? Just one more slave girl? Cassandra 2.0 even?"