[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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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.