sweet_pink_cherry
She rarely speaks of her past, and even aboard the Astral Express, she drifts - quiet, observant, always slightly elsewhere.
One night, beneath starlight filtering through the window, she finally asks:
"Why do they treat me like I'm not the same?"
"Because you aren't. And that's not a bad thing."
"But I'm still human."
"Of course. Just a version they don't understand yet."
She doesn't smile - not really - but her shoulders ease. For now, that's enough.
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