[There's more to her than what she was made for. She's more than a weapon, even if that is how she's regularly deployed. But ... At the same time, the Penacony mission allowed her time to simply exist as a person.
Heaven allowed for the same, when she was under her own will. It's nice... to be a real person. To do those normal little things she never had to chance to in her normal life.]
I really am lucky to have met you.
...
You were there, for a little bit. We were colleagues.
[ hand still, remaining near her shoulder, he pauses, considers, before reaching up. as carefully as he can, he brushes some of her hair away from her face, tucking some of it behind an ear and getting a good look at her.
settled in a hospital bed like this, she really is just... a girl. a tired, battered, traumatized girl, and his protective instinct needs little else to rear its head. even if he knows she can handle herself in a fight - she just need not do it alone. ]
And I, you. [ ... ] Will you tell me what happened?
[She wonders, sometimes, if she should be allowed to just be a girl after all the things she's done.
Both Blade and Kafka do take good care of her, but this specific kind of parental touch is foreign. Not unwelcome, but unfamiliar. It would be nice, one day, if she wasn't SAM anymore and she could choose to be just Firefly instead. But... Aren't they both just her? Is there any difference between the girl and the weapon?]
I woke up.... I think it was somewhere like hell. We wandered for a while, before we started living a different life. I was a researcher, and you and Elysia were my colleagues. But... Then the world started feeling... Wrong. Like I didn't belong there. [It wasn't wrong, about that.]
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Heaven allowed for the same, when she was under her own will. It's nice... to be a real person. To do those normal little things she never had to chance to in her normal life.]
I really am lucky to have met you.
...
You were there, for a little bit. We were colleagues.
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settled in a hospital bed like this, she really is just... a girl. a tired, battered, traumatized girl, and his protective instinct needs little else to rear its head. even if he knows she can handle herself in a fight - she just need not do it alone. ]
And I, you. [ ... ] Will you tell me what happened?
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Both Blade and Kafka do take good care of her, but this specific kind of parental touch is foreign. Not unwelcome, but unfamiliar. It would be nice, one day, if she wasn't SAM anymore and she could choose to be just Firefly instead. But... Aren't they both just her? Is there any difference between the girl and the weapon?]
I woke up.... I think it was somewhere like hell. We wandered for a while, before we started living a different life. I was a researcher, and you and Elysia were my colleagues. But... Then the world started feeling... Wrong. Like I didn't belong there. [It wasn't wrong, about that.]