[Fiona's hands aren't soft either. A life spent working doesn't leave much softness, even if they're not as hard and padded as those of a fighter. She has scars on her hands from knives, calluses from carrying and dragging. She has burns from too-hot metals and badly packaged chemicals. She knows she's no lady, even if others would disagree.]
It- I don't have a lot of, uh, friends. [This is a guilty admission-- for the first time, she realizes she has more friends on Ajna than she ever had in Chicago. Everyone always leaves.] So I'm, I'm glad I'm yours.
[But she, at least, can't live for too long in these earnest waters. There's always a fucking undertow if you don't watch it.] Even if they don't have rap on your planet.
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It- I don't have a lot of, uh, friends. [This is a guilty admission-- for the first time, she realizes she has more friends on Ajna than she ever had in Chicago. Everyone always leaves.] So I'm, I'm glad I'm yours.
[But she, at least, can't live for too long in these earnest waters. There's always a fucking undertow if you don't watch it.] Even if they don't have rap on your planet.