It's been so fuzzy, trying to piece it all together. Fragments of her last memories swirling with anxieties of separation and displacement. Nightmares plague her waking moments, unable to grasp solidly onto what's real or now. Expecting to wake in another cage, or a cramped room lined with heads, or upon a sinking ship with screaming alarms. They had been told they were being sent for display at a freakshow zoo, or else sold off...
"Someplace safe..." she had insisted, because freedom had felt too vague a concept and she had been taught that wishes needed to be specific. But Ava had tried to make Maximilien promise he wouldn't waste his wish, not yet, risk his life on escape when she was so determined that they could overcome it the hard way. They failed, she has been suffering the implications of, drowning in the guilt of. That they trusted her and she had tried and it still hadn't been enough to save anyone.
Except here they are.
She comes to the same conclusion that 6 does, wailing out in grief as she clutches his shirt, crying hard and heavy for her best friend's sacrifice.
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"Someplace safe..." she had insisted, because freedom had felt too vague a concept and she had been taught that wishes needed to be specific. But Ava had tried to make Maximilien promise he wouldn't waste his wish, not yet, risk his life on escape when she was so determined that they could overcome it the hard way. They failed, she has been suffering the implications of, drowning in the guilt of. That they trusted her and she had tried and it still hadn't been enough to save anyone.
Except here they are.
She comes to the same conclusion that 6 does, wailing out in grief as she clutches his shirt, crying hard and heavy for her best friend's sacrifice.