Her brother is an idiot and a child, but that's really not new, isn't it? Allison resists from the comment only because her mouth doesn't work and writing things that would just be ignominiously ignored anyway gets tedious at times.
She doesn't take the stairs as fast as Diego -- not that she couldn't, even in these heels -- but she is still curious. Tries to picture the seven of them there. Walking the stairs, in these hallways, in the rooms she pauses to look into with their plastic, perfect setups. She doesn't even quite know what to picture. Even back in the Academy, it'd been more like they fell back into awkwardly disjointed players in the shadows of who they used to be.
Ending up back in the same never-changed bedrooms, and same never-changed breakfast table, and couches and chairs in the same never-changed living room and office; half who they used to be, and half the person they'd become when they'd rejected entirely who that first person had been and wasn't supposed to need to become more than.
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She doesn't take the stairs as fast as Diego -- not that she couldn't, even in these heels -- but she is still curious. Tries to picture the seven of them there. Walking the stairs, in these hallways, in the rooms she pauses to look into with their plastic, perfect setups. She doesn't even quite know what to picture. Even back in the Academy, it'd been more like they fell back into awkwardly disjointed players in the shadows of who they used to be.
Ending up back in the same never-changed bedrooms, and same never-changed breakfast table, and couches and chairs in the same never-changed living room and office; half who they used to be, and half the person they'd become when they'd rejected entirely who that first person had been and wasn't supposed to need to become more than.