It isn't anyone's responsibility to make someone else "enough".
But making any kind of positive impact on someone's life—that means a lot. It's the people we meet in our lives—and, sometimes, the simple things they do for us, not always realizing it—that make living worthwhile.
... It was an orphanage. Pretty idyllic—a loving caretaker, warm and caring siblings, always something to entertain yourself with, no fear of starvation or anything like that, etc.
Except for that one detail, unbeknownst to all of the kids, of how getting "adopted" actually meant being sent to your death.
... That part's complicated. It's not really relevant, anyway.
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A happy, fulfilling, but short life spent in obliviousness, ending in a relatively quick and easy death.
Or a life of knowing the truth, facing that the reality around you is a lie, and realizing that escape is virtually impossible—and that even if you succeed, you're just headed to a possibly even worse situation.
I don't have it. I have memories dating to from when I was a fetus.
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So I remembered seeing the demons as an infant, which allowed me to realize what was going on once I was old enough to grasp the concepts. [which. was a very young age because prodigy.] Whereas all of my siblings were clueless, I was the only one who knew the truth growing up.
[ray looks mostly passive, since he doesn't really like talking about feelings? but for the sake of his point, he kind of has to.]
... It's true that I probably would've had a much happier life if I'd never known. But those were the cards I was dealt with, so...
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In the end, knowing—and having that time to prepare—saved my life. More importantly, it saved some of the people I cared about. I was supposed to die on my twelfth birthday. Instead, on that day, I escaped with some of my siblings. We actually managed to pull it off.
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Which isn't to say things are easier now, or even necessarily better. We suffered losses to get this far. We're out in a world that humans were never meant to live in. We have to spend each day in fear. If we die now, it'll likely be a crueler death than what we would've had back at the orphanage.
But it's been worth it, to be free and able to call ourselves human beings—and not cattle children under the demons' control.
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...I know he has.
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[She trails off, running a hand through her hair.]
I don't know.
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But making any kind of positive impact on someone's life—that means a lot. It's the people we meet in our lives—and, sometimes, the simple things they do for us, not always realizing it—that make living worthwhile.
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What if it wasn’t positive?
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[She pauses, before shifting to another point.]
Did he ever tell you why he was so hesitant to admit he felt things?
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[She shifts, moving her legs so her knees are pulled up to her chest.]
He asked me once... What do you think most people would do with a machine if they realized it wasn’t working the way it was supposed to?
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Dispose of it.
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Even if that’s true, what if that path gets him killed?
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Zoe, I never did tell you about the place I grew up in, did I?
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No, not really.
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Except for that one detail, unbeknownst to all of the kids, of how getting "adopted" actually meant being sent to your death.
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Because of the demons, right? But... I thought you knew one of your parents. You grew up in an orphanage?
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[...]
A happy, fulfilling, but short life spent in obliviousness, ending in a relatively quick and easy death.
Or a life of knowing the truth, facing that the reality around you is a lie, and realizing that escape is virtually impossible—and that even if you succeed, you're just headed to a possibly even worse situation.
Which would you pick?
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I’m guessing you would pick the second if you had a choice.
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I'm the only one who never had a choice, actually. You know what infantile amnesia is?
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[y e a h]
So I remembered seeing the demons as an infant, which allowed me to realize what was going on once I was old enough to grasp the concepts. [which. was a very young age because prodigy.] Whereas all of my siblings were clueless, I was the only one who knew the truth growing up.
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I... can’t even imagine how horrible that must have been.
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... It's true that I probably would've had a much happier life if I'd never known. But those were the cards I was dealt with, so...
[well.]
In the end, knowing—and having that time to prepare—saved my life. More importantly, it saved some of the people I cared about. I was supposed to die on my twelfth birthday. Instead, on that day, I escaped with some of my siblings. We actually managed to pull it off.
[...]
Which isn't to say things are easier now, or even necessarily better. We suffered losses to get this far. We're out in a world that humans were never meant to live in. We have to spend each day in fear. If we die now, it'll likely be a crueler death than what we would've had back at the orphanage.
But it's been worth it, to be free and able to call ourselves human beings—and not cattle children under the demons' control.
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[She listens carefully to everything he says, but:]
I get the point you’re trying to make, but it’s... different.
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