[ Luisa is silent for a long moment, watching him with an unreadable expression. Then she laughs a little, though it lacks any actual warmth. ]
Prestige...The only kind of prestige we might have is back home in our world.
[ And maybe she's used to that, used to people wanting to be friends with her because of who her family is. Or she was, until she arrived in this place. ]
...I don't...I don't really mind that you kept secrets, you know? [ As she speaks, she slowly steps closer to the wall he's still chained to. ] I think, the truth is, I was trying to leave some of my old life behind too. Because here...it doesn't always matter who we were back home, does it? We can be different people here if we wanted to, because sometimes so much of us change when we come here.
[ Reaching his chains, she takes them and breaks them as easily as snapping a piece of thread, and carefully eases him to the ground. ]
I don't care if you kept secrets from me...because I was keeping things to myself too. Because...I just wanted to be someone who could actually have friends.
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Prestige...The only kind of prestige we might have is back home in our world.
[ And maybe she's used to that, used to people wanting to be friends with her because of who her family is. Or she was, until she arrived in this place. ]
...I don't...I don't really mind that you kept secrets, you know? [ As she speaks, she slowly steps closer to the wall he's still chained to. ] I think, the truth is, I was trying to leave some of my old life behind too. Because here...it doesn't always matter who we were back home, does it? We can be different people here if we wanted to, because sometimes so much of us change when we come here.
[ Reaching his chains, she takes them and breaks them as easily as snapping a piece of thread, and carefully eases him to the ground. ]
I don't care if you kept secrets from me...because I was keeping things to myself too. Because...I just wanted to be someone who could actually have friends.