[ Adults can be so... good, and so frustrating. More than anything, she just wants him to tell her. Why does he not know, if he knows all about cells and his people? How come he cannot look at her and determine if she is his people?
Eleven opens her mouth. It works silently for a moment, then snaps shut. She blows out a frustrated breath. Words are hard at the best of times; harder when she's feeling unsettled about something.
A shrug, after a moment. The gesture is almost sullen. ]
I don't know.
[ That's not quite true. She doesn't know how to articulate what's swimming in her mind. ]
Maybe I am... different. Not like Laura. And you. And Charles. And Pyro. [ She pronounces it Pie Row. ]
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Eleven opens her mouth. It works silently for a moment, then snaps shut. She blows out a frustrated breath. Words are hard at the best of times; harder when she's feeling unsettled about something.
A shrug, after a moment. The gesture is almost sullen. ]
I don't know.
[ That's not quite true. She doesn't know how to articulate what's swimming in her mind. ]
Maybe I am... different. Not like Laura. And you. And Charles. And Pyro. [ She pronounces it Pie Row. ]