Blue shifts the world, from the shit hole dump in Westerley, to another shit hole dump: sterile, white labs.
Two Company men, standing side to side, with heavy armor and heavier guns aren't so far off from her.
They've come for her.]
So you came to this instead.
[Ten years younger. Back when she had just one tattoo, a solid black spade on her left wrist. Back when fear and anger had no direction.
Her hair is still a mess, that's never changed. The electric blue tips, though, are fading out. It won't be much longer until it gets cut off, anyway.]
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Blue shifts the world, from the shit hole dump in Westerley, to another shit hole dump: sterile, white labs.
Two Company men, standing side to side, with heavy armor and heavier guns aren't so far off from her.
They've come for her.]
So you came to this instead.
[Ten years younger. Back when she had just one tattoo, a solid black spade on her left wrist. Back when fear and anger had no direction.
Her hair is still a mess, that's never changed. The electric blue tips, though, are fading out. It won't be much longer until it gets cut off, anyway.]
You don't look like them.