[Shaw is overly aware of her own breathing: the steady in-and-out, the soft rise and fall of her chest. The way it doesn't quicken, or hitch, or do anything else that would indicate sadness or missing. You always thought there was something wrong with you because you don't feel things the way other people do, the Machine had said. But she always felt that was what made you beautiful.]
I do, too.
[She says, because Root wouldn't mind her claiming the feeling even without the emotional markers.]
The Machine told me that I reminded her of an arrow. A straight line.
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I do, too.
[She says, because Root wouldn't mind her claiming the feeling even without the emotional markers.]
The Machine told me that I reminded her of an arrow. A straight line.