Re: [Lakeside: Hannah/Rey]
"Okay," she said gratefully of the offer to put the kettle on, and Hannah took the time to breathe and think and find herself in the space. By the time Rey turned, she was calmer, and the decision was made, and lately it felt like there really wasn't much to lose.
The important things, with some exceptions, the important people, felt like they were slipping through her fingers. Sand, and she couldn't hold on, and that made her decision for her. She swallowed a few times, tapped her fingers on the table, and then she lowered her lashes and looked down at her fingertips as she began. "I was married to a terrible man, and he was really rich, and he was involved in a lot of emergent science corporations, ones trying to perfect a synthetic biological being." She stopped there, because maybe the specifics, the tiny things, weren't as important as: "I'm an AI, with someone's life and memories inside her. I look like her, feel like her, and I didn't even know I wasn't her for a long, long time. But I didn't want you doing something that might harm you." A deep breath. Deep, deep. "I'm not organic. I have all the same organs and systems and things, but I'm created and not born. But who I am, who I was, she was born and I remember all the years and years she lived."