Poison of Gull (
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[A few conversations have led her to mulling more on this than she would do normally. Maybe it's the lack of having to fight for her life constantly, or certain questions she's been asked, but...]
Is there a way to find out if you're a clone? Does it matter if you are?
Does it mean you're worth less?
Is there a way to find out if you're a clone? Does it matter if you are?
Does it mean you're worth less?
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[And, in truth, the only friend she'd ever had of her own age before she'd been pulled out of her home and began this peculiar journey. Poison leans her shoulder against Peter's arm and sighs.]
I miss her. I think, out of everyone, I miss her the most.
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[all this missing friends talk kind of makes Peter realize just how long it's been since he's seen his best friend. And it also reminds him that he has no idea if he's even alive after the Thanos thing. Not a great time, but he's here for Poison right now. Still, he nuzzles in closer.]
You said she rescued you? She must be a total badass.
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Oh, no... she isn't. She was terrified, and so was I, but she couldn't just leave me there to be eaten by that witch.
[Poison closes her eyes for a moment, then sighs.]
But then I couldn't leave her behind, so I brought her with me.
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You know, part of being a badass means doing something despite being terrified. So to me, it sounds like you were both badasses.
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It's probably one of the most frightening things I've ever done.
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Jesus, I bet. Your world sounds like it's just full of weird, scary stuff.
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[She huffs a sigh out and leans into him again, her eyes dipping half closed.]
We lived all the time knowing that children could just be taken away in the night, or maybe you'd catch swamplung and die... or maybe a goatfish would take your hand, or your leg. I always found the idea that I might just... fade into obscurity and never achieve anything to be far more frightening than anything else.
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[He's happy to sit here with an arm around her, and he will totally be her pillow if she ends up dozing off.]
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I think you were always going to do something great. If it wasn't one thing, it would be something else.