[As Bishop sits next to her, she takes some time to think. Why does she keep hiding? What is she afraid of whenever she's confronted with her the things that make her inhuman, or at least when it's outside of her context?
She ruefully thinks to herself that she hasn't grown up at all. The Midnight Grind was a safe place where she can be plain and upfront to anyone who could sense the abnormality in her. Here, Marianna has been building more barriers around herself than before. She had decided that she would be friendly, she would play nice and by whatever rules were here and adjust as needed. That was her survival strategy, but it's in that moment she realizes that she's trying to live as she did before.
It doesn't have to be that way, not when there were people like Bishop who could yell at her for not taking care of herself.]
... Hey.
[Here it goes. She looks down at the injured ankle, swinging it back and forth idly.]
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[As Bishop sits next to her, she takes some time to think. Why does she keep hiding? What is she afraid of whenever she's confronted with her the things that make her inhuman, or at least when it's outside of her context?
She ruefully thinks to herself that she hasn't grown up at all. The Midnight Grind was a safe place where she can be plain and upfront to anyone who could sense the abnormality in her. Here, Marianna has been building more barriers around herself than before. She had decided that she would be friendly, she would play nice and by whatever rules were here and adjust as needed. That was her survival strategy, but it's in that moment she realizes that she's trying to live as she did before.
It doesn't have to be that way, not when there were people like Bishop who could yell at her for not taking care of herself.]
... Hey.
[Here it goes. She looks down at the injured ankle, swinging it back and forth idly.]
Have you ever heard of congetial analgesia?