[Though she's been yanked here at a most inopportune time.]
I think she kind of wanted to fight god. The gods. Or...not really gods, but a group of people who do hold complete control over our lives and what we do and who we are.
I agree! [Nodding, nodding so fastly.] I don't think turning to eating every version of yourself that ever existed and then moving onto anyone like you is a great way to go about getting power.
[Which sounds vaguely insane, so she will gesticulate and she will clarify.]
There's this big library, you see, where you can find books containing all of our lives — the lives from my home, I mean, I don't think anyone here is quite the same — but, anyway, she got into there and she opened up the books and she sort of picked people out and ate them. And now she's a sort of monster or something close to a god? I'm not sure. I really don't like to think about it.
Her shoulders come up and her head ducks to the side.]
I guess you might have gathered that anyway, with all the pages at the end... [Though if he hadn't connected the dots between things on looks along, maybe they aren't so obvious after all.]
[is that why he's waiting on true love's first kiss]
Well. You're looking at her. [Tada. She holds her hands out to the side for the smallest, most bashful reveal ever seen.] Don't worry, it's not a very good story to begin with. All I ever did was fall asleep and get woken up.
But that's just the point! I didn't get to do anything. I didn't have one single choice of my own.
I got cursed as a baby, fell into an enchanted sleep at eighteen, and was supposed to be woken one hundred years later by True Love's first kiss with a handsome prince. Who I've never even met. And then we get married and live happily ever after.
[She flings her hands in the air.]
See? Nothing! It's just things happening to me and nothing about who I am or what I want or what I might do at all! I'm just a thing, like prize in the bottom of a treasure chest.
[She nods to the first part. Then balks at the second.]
Oh, no. No no no, we — her idea was to go destroy the people who made us. Ours is to put the ink and paper in our own hands. We want everyone to write their own story. That's what we're fighting for.
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[please say yes because holy shit.]
What was she even trying to do?
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[Though she's been yanked here at a most inopportune time.]
I think she kind of wanted to fight god. The gods. Or...not really gods, but a group of people who do hold complete control over our lives and what we do and who we are.
She didn't like her role.
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[like. that thing would be a lot even for his company, and they're acclimated to the horrors.]
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[Which sounds vaguely insane, so she will gesticulate and she will clarify.]
There's this big library, you see, where you can find books containing all of our lives — the lives from my home, I mean, I don't think anyone here is quite the same — but, anyway, she got into there and she opened up the books and she sort of picked people out and ate them. And now she's a sort of monster or something close to a god? I'm not sure. I really don't like to think about it.
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[unfortunately, the city is a fucking hellscape dystopia where this is. it does not sound so insane. the book part is weirder than the eating part.]
...w-wait, Princess. Are you saying your life's literally from a book?
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Claps shut.
Her shoulders come up and her head ducks to the side.]
I guess you might have gathered that anyway, with all the pages at the end... [Though if he hadn't connected the dots between things on looks along, maybe they aren't so obvious after all.]
Have you ever heard of Sleeping Beauty?
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I think that sounds familiar, sure.
[in the sense that it's something he's read, or known of, but can't pull details right off the old dome here.]
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Well. You're looking at her. [Tada. She holds her hands out to the side for the smallest, most bashful reveal ever seen.] Don't worry, it's not a very good story to begin with. All I ever did was fall asleep and get woken up.
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Nothing wrong with that. It's yours, so I'd probably read it anyway... not every story's gotta be full of things happening.
[he wouldn't have minded a slower existence, himself.]
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I got cursed as a baby, fell into an enchanted sleep at eighteen, and was supposed to be woken one hundred years later by True Love's first kiss with a handsome prince. Who I've never even met. And then we get married and live happily ever after.
[She flings her hands in the air.]
See? Nothing! It's just things happening to me and nothing about who I am or what I want or what I might do at all! I'm just a thing, like prize in the bottom of a treasure chest.
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[god. he's quiet for a few seconds there, thinking.]
It's-- frustrating, isn't it, not really having any control in your life. [he gets it.] Any free will you might want to have just not mattering.
...if you were helping stop somebody who didn't like her role, does that mean you just had to... make sure they all stayed the same? Yours too?
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[She nods to the first part. Then balks at the second.]
Oh, no. No no no, we — her idea was to go destroy the people who made us. Ours is to put the ink and paper in our own hands. We want everyone to write their own story. That's what we're fighting for.