Re: [The grills: Castor & Pollux]
"We can be our own antagonists sometimes, but our stories are always about us, aren't they? I think people try to not be selfish, and so they say 'no,' and that our lives are about other people, but they really aren't. Our lives are about us. The book opens with us, with our birth, and it ends with us dying, and everyone we meet along the way fits into our story. We fit into other people's stories too, but their stories are still their own," she said, and she was sure and certain, but she wasn't argumentative. This was a wide-eyed offering, truth on her tongue and her view of things, and she already knew that everyone saw things differently. She didn't agree with everyone, and a lot of people didn't agree with her, and that was okay.
She smiled even brighter when he offered to lend her his book, and there were no clouds in the sky that was her face. "Thank you! I'd like it if you would lend them to me," she said of the books. "I just read Anne of Green Gables, and Anne Shirley is wonderful! I identify with her a lot, and I know what it is not to fit just so in places. I'm a round peg a lot, and the world is a square hole, and that was hard to come to terms with," she admitted, and all her usual candor there and on display and unapologetic about potentially making him uncomfortable. "I haven't done much television yet. I just started reading," she admitted, and maybe that was strange and weird and odd, but it was truth offered as if it wasn't any kind of an anomaly.
"I think scars are pretty. Shadows too. Cicatrix and hardship and the maelstrom of memories in a person's eyes, but most people don't want the bad. They want people to paint themselves whitewash and shiny, and I think that's what we try to sell to new people we meet, but that isn't us. People hide, William. People hide always and always, and they do it for different reasons, but I think it would be good if no one hid." She hid one thing. She hid one tiny-big thing. She hid one monstrous thing, and she hated that she had to hide it.
He brought kabobs to the table, and she looked at them and then smiled up at him. "I haven't ever had these," she told him honestly, "but I'm okay with people," she added. She was programmed to be okay with people, at least a little, since knowing what they wanted was kind of really imperative to being a sex doll. "I'm really hungry," she added, smiling warmly at him, "and I'll let you be mysterious and not-lost, all at the same time. I think I'm lost, but it's okay, lost isn't permanent. One night you can go to bed lost, and in the morning you'll find yourself found."