[ She opens her mouth to answer, closes it again. That's the million dollar question, isn't it? Part of her wants her body to be hers again, now, yesterday even. The idea of not having full control over it again, even in such a completely different way, it's - it's not a pleasant thought. What if she keeps it, and sometime when she most needs to be able to she's not able to fight, not able to do anything but watch something terrible happen? What if, what if, there are a million ways this could go so terribly wrong.
And then there's the other hand, because against all the odds they have created a chance for life. A chance for something new and bright and untouched by tragedy, and they're - they're strong, they could keep it safe at least, they could be there. Not repeat the mistakes their parents had made. Right? One hand drops to rest flat on her stomach almost unconsciously, despite the fact that she knows she's not showing at all yet. Yet. Well, that's somewhat telling. ]
I think. [ Quiet, very precise to cover how unsure she is. ] Maybe. I would like to try.
well. okay, i guess there are worse things to be bullied over
And then there's the other hand, because against all the odds they have created a chance for life. A chance for something new and bright and untouched by tragedy, and they're - they're strong, they could keep it safe at least, they could be there. Not repeat the mistakes their parents had made. Right? One hand drops to rest flat on her stomach almost unconsciously, despite the fact that she knows she's not showing at all yet. Yet. Well, that's somewhat telling. ]
I think. [ Quiet, very precise to cover how unsure she is. ] Maybe. I would like to try.