Really? Pardon. [She finds herself thinking of David, then--of just how easily she'd smiled and laughed with him. It's hard to know anymore if she's changed, or if this is just the equivalent of Trance telling her where she could shove her predictions.]
I...yes. Yes. Yes. I want sorry, I want the kind we did at home. [At school. For classmates, teachers, other mutants...] Yes. Eulogies. Doesn't thank you have to be formal.
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Really? Pardon. [She finds herself thinking of David, then--of just how easily she'd smiled and laughed with him. It's hard to know anymore if she's changed, or if this is just the equivalent of Trance telling her where she could shove her predictions.]
I...yes. Yes. Yes. I want sorry, I want the kind we did at home. [At school. For classmates, teachers, other mutants...] Yes. Eulogies. Doesn't thank you have to be formal.