She didn't often let in on it, but she saw things. Pieces souls left behind, random details about the people around her, feelings and memories left streaked on walls and furniture. The darkest parts of people, usually without any kind of goodness contextualizing it. It wasn't just the future she could see. In the town, she was able to read people's histories like books if she cared to, but even out here, in the real world with only a fraction of her power, she could see the little things.
"He didn't know how to show you." She played with the hem of her skirt, frowning at the sheets. "I don't need to see her history. She bleeds it everywhere. She hurts and she's been hurt. She wonders if she's a bad person, and she's bothered that the fact that she is doesn't bother her more than it does. She'll fit into the Order pretty well." She buried her face in her knees. Despite that, her voice was still loud and clear. She didn't think to modulate it to make it seem like she was a real girl being muffled by real clothing, instead of just a ghost of a diseased, decrepit near-corpse.
"I don't hate women." She pressed her head harder against her knees. Her voice came out in the slightest of shamed whispers when she said, "I'm scared of them."
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She didn't often let in on it, but she saw things. Pieces souls left behind, random details about the people around her, feelings and memories left streaked on walls and furniture. The darkest parts of people, usually without any kind of goodness contextualizing it. It wasn't just the future she could see. In the town, she was able to read people's histories like books if she cared to, but even out here, in the real world with only a fraction of her power, she could see the little things.
"He didn't know how to show you." She played with the hem of her skirt, frowning at the sheets. "I don't need to see her history. She bleeds it everywhere. She hurts and she's been hurt. She wonders if she's a bad person, and she's bothered that the fact that she is doesn't bother her more than it does. She'll fit into the Order pretty well." She buried her face in her knees. Despite that, her voice was still loud and clear. She didn't think to modulate it to make it seem like she was a real girl being muffled by real clothing, instead of just a ghost of a diseased, decrepit near-corpse.
"I don't hate women." She pressed her head harder against her knees. Her voice came out in the slightest of shamed whispers when she said, "I'm scared of them."