[ Misato has thought this through many times over, has looked deep into herself to figure out the workings of her mind and find the reasons for her thoughts and actions. See, she finds that it was never Clarke that she disdains, and not the traits and attributes that form Clarke -- that is, all these things that form something that could be mistaken for herself. It isn't as simple as a case of projected self-hatred, no, her anger comes from the frustration of trying to draw patterns that aren't there. The girl is her own person, the similarities stop there. ]
I've used up my lifetime existential crisis quota already.
[ Her smile should be wry, the curl of her lips should betray the hurt inherent in her words. But instead she wears only a confident smirk. This is a victorious gesture, and not one to inspire pity. ]
What now? Your turn to ask an intimate question or can I go again?
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I've used up my lifetime existential crisis quota already.
[ Her smile should be wry, the curl of her lips should betray the hurt inherent in her words. But instead she wears only a confident smirk. This is a victorious gesture, and not one to inspire pity. ]
What now? Your turn to ask an intimate question or can I go again?