[ The scowl is ever present and for a moment she watches the motion - wary. She feels like some animal on display and that's what snaps her into focus as she takes a half step back; Another Nebula would threaten her once more, this one doesn't. ]
[ Her jaw twitches. 'I wasn't always like this,' 'Yeah, neither was I.' ]
... You make do with what you have.
[ It is her. As much her as anything else about her body is. If she wants to live, she has to accept it - that does not mean there are not times she feels less whole, less herself.]
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[ Her jaw twitches. 'I wasn't always like this,' 'Yeah, neither was I.' ]
... You make do with what you have.
[ It is her. As much her as anything else about her body is. If she wants to live, she has to accept it - that does not mean there are not times she feels less whole, less herself. ]
Isn't that always the case?