She nods, more to herself than him, and sits down on the edge of the porch, with a glance that asks him to join her.
“I think… there was some of that in me. I’ve definitely made decisions I’d love to blame on her. And she’s been… shaping me, I guess, since before I was born. I’ve spent most of the last year wondering if I’m me at all, or… just her useful little tool.
“But she’s dead, my Passenger. She died over a decade before I was born. I just have… I don’t know, a tiny shred of her ghost stuck up here.” She cups her hand on the peak of her skull. “And she tells me to fight and make sure my people survive - not individuals, she doesn’t know what those are, but my species - and she makes sure I know how to use every tool I’m given… even if those tools are other people, other lives, with their own shreds of her ghost or not… but she’s not alive, and she doesn’t think anything I don’t think.”
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“I think… there was some of that in me. I’ve definitely made decisions I’d love to blame on her. And she’s been… shaping me, I guess, since before I was born. I’ve spent most of the last year wondering if I’m me at all, or… just her useful little tool.
“But she’s dead, my Passenger. She died over a decade before I was born. I just have… I don’t know, a tiny shred of her ghost stuck up here.” She cups her hand on the peak of her skull. “And she tells me to fight and make sure my people survive - not individuals, she doesn’t know what those are, but my species - and she makes sure I know how to use every tool I’m given… even if those tools are other people, other lives, with their own shreds of her ghost or not… but she’s not alive, and she doesn’t think anything I don’t think.”