[ More than some horrible things. Where she came from is a place that held memories and humanity's sins. Tales of child soldiers and people born from experiments—were some of the many memories kept in that place. She doesn't know the full details, but she once accompanied others who may have a similar history. Her smile fades into a small frown as she scribbles. X-23 Project? Not sure what the numbers and the letter means, but she already doesn't like the sound of it.
And she's been through her own terrors. Though her own history is different, there was a lack of freedom in having fun like a child should. As well as arbitrary titles thrown around that made others view her less than a person. Fio did have some semblance of a childhood once, but it was extremely short-lived. ]
I bet you must be happier here. No one can see you as a weapon. They can see you as... you. Whoever you wanna be. You're a friend to lots of people now.
[ That much she can tell from Laura's drawing. She finishes working with the pink chalk, setting it down. Leaning back to reveal her little doodle on the pavement.
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Without thinking, she smears some chalk residue on her white dress. Oops. ]
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And she's been through her own terrors. Though her own history is different, there was a lack of freedom in having fun like a child should. As well as arbitrary titles thrown around that made others view her less than a person. Fio did have some semblance of a childhood once, but it was extremely short-lived. ]
I bet you must be happier here. No one can see you as a weapon. They can see you as... you. Whoever you wanna be. You're a friend to lots of people now.
[ That much she can tell from Laura's drawing. She finishes working with the pink chalk, setting it down. Leaning back to reveal her little doodle on the pavement.
...
Without thinking, she smears some chalk residue on her white dress. Oops. ]
Sorry, I'm not as good as you yet...