[Something seizes in her chest, when he says out loud so easily what she has consistently pushed away. She’d been alone for months — it had become something of a game of survival, for someone who had become so accustomed to being surrounded by people who knew her, respected her, feared her, and loved her.
It had been years since she was nobody to everybody, and confronting that — it has fostered an identity crisis.
And when the people closest to her vanished and changed, well — she hasn’t quite accepted that yet.]
It no longer matters what I like, or what suits me. What suits me matters to few people in New Amsterdam.
[Which is the core of the problem, isn’t it?]
I do not wish to speak of Rey or Kylo Ren any longer.
no subject
It had been years since she was nobody to everybody, and confronting that — it has fostered an identity crisis.
And when the people closest to her vanished and changed, well — she hasn’t quite accepted that yet.]
It no longer matters what I like, or what suits me.
What suits me matters to few people in New Amsterdam.
[Which is the core of the problem, isn’t it?]
I do not wish to speak of Rey or Kylo Ren any longer.