This place already took who I am. I'm just a really smart hacker trapped in a framework where I can't even break into the mainframe. It kind of kills my entire reason for existing.
[She can't help leaning into him. Kirk is, surprisingly comfortable and comforting.]
Which, would be the basis of the existential crisis that started right after I was forced to read everyone's mind in a million mile radius. It just, sort of solidified everything and made it real. Well, that and Laurel trying to be my best friend when I literally barely know her.