[ She has to keep pretending. It's only partially for the benefit of everyone around her that she does. Quite often it's for herself. If she can only fool herself into believing that she's happy, maybe it will be true. Although deep down, she knows she isn't. Never will be. So she keeps moving forward, keeps trying, keeps pushing for the sake of finding a space where maybe she won't hate herself as much as she does. ]
Little bit. Why don't they let us start driving younger? Especially people like me.
[ A pilot before she was even out of grade school. ]
To what do I owe the honor of a visit?
[ There's a touch of suspicion below the surface. As happy as his presence sometimes makes her, she knows that he's always avoided entangling himself with her. So why is he here? ]
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Little bit. Why don't they let us start driving younger? Especially people like me.
[ A pilot before she was even out of grade school. ]
To what do I owe the honor of a visit?
[ There's a touch of suspicion below the surface. As happy as his presence sometimes makes her, she knows that he's always avoided entangling himself with her. So why is he here? ]