[ technically, it was the framework, and not the "real world" — but the framework had felt just as real as anything else, and the prison cell she'd been locked in had certainly been shitty enough.
so daisy grabs her glass back from illya and drinks, coughing a bit as the burn hits her throat. she really should have considered a mixer. ]
I've never ... [ excuse her for choking ] Jesus. I've never had a real home.
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so daisy grabs her glass back from illya and drinks, coughing a bit as the burn hits her throat. she really should have considered a mixer. ]
I've never ... [ excuse her for choking ] Jesus. I've never had a real home.
[ wait. ]
Before here, I mean.