There's another dismissive noise made at the idea of being one of them, one of any us except the us that she and Basira occupied for each other almost so as to create a them to be against, but then there's quiet.
There's a real war here, even stronger than when Murderbot asked her name of her. She doesn't want to be Crabb. That should be plenty clear, by how she sees the woman she's shunted from her own life. But she also hesitates to be seen as who she is by these people she doesn't care for.
The glass would be shards, if only she had her own face.
She makes a low growling noise that doesn't vibrate right from Crabb's chest and stands in stark contrast to the name she finally spits out, "...Daisy. My name. Is Daisy."
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Date: 2022-10-20 09:50 pm (UTC)There's another dismissive noise made at the idea of being one of them, one of any us except the us that she and Basira occupied for each other almost so as to create a them to be against, but then there's quiet.
There's a real war here, even stronger than when Murderbot asked her name of her. She doesn't want to be Crabb. That should be plenty clear, by how she sees the woman she's shunted from her own life. But she also hesitates to be seen as who she is by these people she doesn't care for.
The glass would be shards, if only she had her own face.
She makes a low growling noise that doesn't vibrate right from Crabb's chest and stands in stark contrast to the name she finally spits out, "...Daisy. My name. Is Daisy."