[ She goes quiet again, holding the empty glass in her hands, remembering. All her memories... the ones she can access, they talk about a time four years past. They're closer to the surface now than they should be, refreshed in a way that paired with the terror behind discovering her own lost time. ]
A... friend once told me that it's not a matter of good or bad people. Everyone is good or bad to someone else, in some way. He said it's a matter of someone being a good person to him, in that moment.
[ Her smile now is both bitter and wry. ]
Convenient logic, if you ask me, but compelling in its own way. Even by that measure... no. [ She says, expression going neutral, returning to how she usually faces the world. Resting neutral face, sometimes tending toward resting bitch face. ] I don't know many good people who last.
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[ She goes quiet again, holding the empty glass in her hands, remembering. All her memories... the ones she can access, they talk about a time four years past. They're closer to the surface now than they should be, refreshed in a way that paired with the terror behind discovering her own lost time. ]
A... friend once told me that it's not a matter of good or bad people. Everyone is good or bad to someone else, in some way. He said it's a matter of someone being a good person to him, in that moment.
[ Her smile now is both bitter and wry. ]
Convenient logic, if you ask me, but compelling in its own way. Even by that measure... no. [ She says, expression going neutral, returning to how she usually faces the world. Resting neutral face, sometimes tending toward resting bitch face. ] I don't know many good people who last.