"When isn't he serious?" Especially about them, especially about her. Holding his notebook during training didn't mean shit because she - she was the runt of the family. She was nothing. She was nobody.
She didn't have powers, and so what reason did he have to pay any attention to her?
Folding up her music stand with some small struggles, she drops it into another box, and goes to her desk to rummage through. There's not much to pack: she doesn't own much, all things told. Most of it is music, or blank sheet paper for working out chords, or extra strings for her violin. She's pretty sure she won't even need all these boxes, because all her clothes - uniform on uniform on uniform, for an Academy she'll never really belong to - will fit in one suit case. Her whole life here, summed up in a handful of square feet.
"What do you want? I only have a couple days left." And she's not sure she wants to spend that time with her spine feeling like it's going to jump out of her skin, waiting for him to ask what she knows he came to ask.
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She didn't have powers, and so what reason did he have to pay any attention to her?
Folding up her music stand with some small struggles, she drops it into another box, and goes to her desk to rummage through. There's not much to pack: she doesn't own much, all things told. Most of it is music, or blank sheet paper for working out chords, or extra strings for her violin. She's pretty sure she won't even need all these boxes, because all her clothes - uniform on uniform on uniform, for an Academy she'll never really belong to - will fit in one suit case. Her whole life here, summed up in a handful of square feet.
"What do you want? I only have a couple days left." And she's not sure she wants to spend that time with her spine feeling like it's going to jump out of her skin, waiting for him to ask what she knows he came to ask.