[So, he's like the rest of them. Those are J's first thoughts, but as he continues talking she can feel a big chunk rising to her throat, making it harder to breathe. She swallows air, biting down on her lower lip, feeling threatening tears burning behind her eyes.
"J, you're my most important and valuable merchandise." She remembers Arther's voice and how good it had felt for a fleeting moment, despite knowing that it wasn't right what he did. But he gave her a purpose, a reason exist and keep going. Handing a dream to her on a silver plater.
Sniffling quietly, she opens her cigarette case and lights herself a smoke. ]
You sound so certain when you say that. But the reality is that things aren't like that for everyone.
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"J, you're my most important and valuable merchandise." She remembers Arther's voice and how good it had felt for a fleeting moment, despite knowing that it wasn't right what he did. But he gave her a purpose, a reason exist and keep going. Handing a dream to her on a silver plater.
Sniffling quietly, she opens her cigarette case and lights herself a smoke. ]
You sound so certain when you say that. But the reality is that things aren't like that for everyone.