Childermass receives a glare at his initial answer. That's not what Rita wanted to hear.
But he goes on, and her stare wavers and turns downward. Her fists clench at her side... She wants to hit something, or someone, and Childermass isn't a good candidate for that right now. "Ugh...!" With a grunt of frustration, she opts to smack one of those fists against a cupboard door instead. It rattles violently, but fortunately doesn't break.
"I just... I finally got to be me again, and now I can't even be that anymore." Being human is part of who Rita Mordio is... or was. But even as she regained her full identity, she just went from being one kind of changeling to another. She'll never really be human again.
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But he goes on, and her stare wavers and turns downward. Her fists clench at her side... She wants to hit something, or someone, and Childermass isn't a good candidate for that right now. "Ugh...!" With a grunt of frustration, she opts to smack one of those fists against a cupboard door instead. It rattles violently, but fortunately doesn't break.
"I just... I finally got to be me again, and now I can't even be that anymore." Being human is part of who Rita Mordio is... or was. But even as she regained her full identity, she just went from being one kind of changeling to another. She'll never really be human again.