[She remembers clearly what Zane said. Many things he said in the past were not of value to her; this particular statement, however, helped.]
Because I was a tool.
[Her hand flexes, as if she's going to squeeze his. She doesn't, barely stopping herself, because she feels the skittish flightiness of him reflected in her own anxiety. Instead she averts her eyes, a small comfort in the face of the hugeness of a world, or worlds, that she barely begins to understand.]
But there was more life in being a tool than in what came before. So maybe . . . that's why.
[ Spam ]
Because I was a tool.
[Her hand flexes, as if she's going to squeeze his. She doesn't, barely stopping herself, because she feels the skittish flightiness of him reflected in her own anxiety. Instead she averts her eyes, a small comfort in the face of the hugeness of a world, or worlds, that she barely begins to understand.]
But there was more life in being a tool than in what came before. So maybe . . . that's why.