[Hope would recognize a recruitment spiel, regardless. Her Dad was good at those monologues that got people's attention, whether through fear or charm, but all it did for her was help her see through it. Flowery words alone wouldn't do anything to sway her anyway.
What she wanted, as a cosmic mistake, was a purpose. Alaric's school had given her a little of that, at least.
She looks down at the ground, scuffing it with the toe of her shoe as she chews thoughtfully.]
That's what I was doing at home, anyway. [When she wasn't in class, she was usually getting dragged around by Alaric because he knew she could handle whatever they ran into.] Protecting people who were different and had nowhere else to go.
[That's what the entire school's purpose was, after all. Granted, she was one of those people with nowhere to go, but she didn't think she needed protecting.]
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What she wanted, as a cosmic mistake, was a purpose. Alaric's school had given her a little of that, at least.
She looks down at the ground, scuffing it with the toe of her shoe as she chews thoughtfully.]
That's what I was doing at home, anyway. [When she wasn't in class, she was usually getting dragged around by Alaric because he knew she could handle whatever they ran into.] Protecting people who were different and had nowhere else to go.
[That's what the entire school's purpose was, after all. Granted, she was one of those people with nowhere to go, but she didn't think she needed protecting.]