I wondered if it might be something like that. Like she can't imagine taking any of this for granted because it's such an improvement over what she had before.
And honestly, part of why *I've* adjusted so well to being here is that when I was here before it was during my lowest point or nearly so. You have to understand, I was really fucked up at two months out of Arcadia. It had been two months of backbreaking day labor and being terrified of being reported to ICE and having to watch to that hunk of trash spew out *utter bullshit* while wearing my face. I was attempting to be a good little Winter courtier because I figured I owed it to Georg for putting us up like he did, but I didn't *want* to make a new life. I wanted my old one back. The night before I woke up in the work dorms I'd snuck onto my old facebook because the damn fetch didn't change his passwords and I saw Mom talking about when you were supposed to declare someone dead as opposed to missing and—
Well. It made this all so much easier. Even if I'd been taken in an uncomfortably familiar fashion, I had my own identity again, more or less. It was a better situation on the whole than I expected to be in—I mean, even my part time job I got when I first arrived had a desk. And I didn't have to enduring all those weeks of camping in the cold, since I was already in Goldenrod. I was happy, grateful even to be here, even with being press-ganged.
I don't think I'd have adjusted nearly so well if I'd come here for the first time at the point in my life where I woke up on Armin's houseboat. I was happy, after all. Sure, I was in the middle of a dry spell, but *that* was utterly self-inflicted. And with Fantomas calling me about helping him get an old friend from Arcadia readjusted to the world outside now that he was in the future, I had the promise of a new project for my off hours. I'd have been so *furious* to be ripped away from all that just to play petty criminal inside one of Charley's kiddie video games... honestly, there's a part of me that *is* slightly annoyed I was pulled back, but it's tempered by the fact that this place is full of people I care about and who I would have missed, if I'd been able to.
... and we're supposed to be talking about Scorpia, not me. My apologies.
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fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
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I definitely saw Bewear.
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(I know she's a grown woman of university age *now* but even so.)
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And honestly, part of why *I've* adjusted so well to being here is that when I was here before it was during my lowest point or nearly so. You have to understand, I was really fucked up at two months out of Arcadia. It had been two months of backbreaking day labor and being terrified of being reported to ICE and having to watch to that hunk of trash spew out *utter bullshit* while wearing my face. I was attempting to be a good little Winter courtier because I figured I owed it to Georg for putting us up like he did, but I didn't *want* to make a new life. I wanted my old one back. The night before I woke up in the work dorms I'd snuck onto my old facebook because the damn fetch didn't change his passwords and I saw Mom talking about when you were supposed to declare someone dead as opposed to missing and—
Well. It made this all so much easier. Even if I'd been taken in an uncomfortably familiar fashion, I had my own identity again, more or less. It was a better situation on the whole than I expected to be in—I mean, even my part time job I got when I first arrived had a desk. And I didn't have to enduring all those weeks of camping in the cold, since I was already in Goldenrod. I was happy, grateful even to be here, even with being press-ganged.
I don't think I'd have adjusted nearly so well if I'd come here for the first time at the point in my life where I woke up on Armin's houseboat. I was happy, after all. Sure, I was in the middle of a dry spell, but *that* was utterly self-inflicted. And with Fantomas calling me about helping him get an old friend from Arcadia readjusted to the world outside now that he was in the future, I had the promise of a new project for my off hours. I'd have been so *furious* to be ripped away from all that just to play petty criminal inside one of Charley's kiddie video games... honestly, there's a part of me that *is* slightly annoyed I was pulled back, but it's tempered by the fact that this place is full of people I care about and who I would have missed, if I'd been able to.
... and we're supposed to be talking about Scorpia, not me. My apologies.