[ In the darkness, her eyes invent patterns on the ceiling, a grainy footage of anything she wishes to see if she only thinks hard enough. She can think of nothing. ]
(It's different, when you're sneaking someplace to steal something like over at the Shril or at your Galra places, compared to this, when you're trying to be someone else, something else, entirely.)
[ She lets the comment on making the universe a better place slide, because she doesn't believe it, and doesn't want to ruin Pidge's illusions in case they're what keeps her going. ]
(And well, you know, politics is just a lot of lying. A lot of pretending. A lot of masks. It's bound to get to you after a while.)
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( It's different, when you're sneaking someplace to steal something like over at the Shril or at your Galra places, compared to this, when you're trying to be someone else, something else, entirely. )
[ She lets the comment on making the universe a better place slide, because she doesn't believe it, and doesn't want to ruin Pidge's illusions in case they're what keeps her going. ]
( And well, you know, politics is just a lot of lying. A lot of pretending. A lot of masks. It's bound to get to you after a while. )