(It wasn't that weird that she was in his mindscape, she thought. Sophie has made it pretty clear, if not with words, but with the comfort she feels in his brain, that she likes it there. It's, for lack of a better word, cozy. It runs so snappy that it pleases the nanotech bullshit in her spine, feels in pace to what she can process, that she can't help but visit it. Although it was the first time she was actively searching for something, she had been there before, hence why she didn't fully understand why he was so pressed to see her.
Now she gets it. It's because of Nate... Or also Cable. Either, both, or probably because of Quentin himself. Because he feels that he isn't enough, considering what she had read, and it has nothing to do with Sophie herself at the end of the day. There is something that isn't going through Quentin's tough skull, though, or maybe she just didn't let him understand it.
He has hurt her, too. She sucked, but so did he. She lost years of her life. She was resurrected with terms attached. She was replaced, like none of that really mattered anymore. She couldn't give less of a shit about any Omega-level power. There are things about Quentin she thoroughly enjoys, but only when he lets her see it, when he's not hiding it under all the layers of sarcasm, self-destruction, simping, and overcompensating.
That, that she cares about, but he robs her of it all the fucking time. Shit's getting old, and she too is upset.
Tiredly, because she is listening, and not yapping back, she sighs.)
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Now she gets it. It's because of Nate... Or also Cable. Either, both, or probably because of Quentin himself. Because he feels that he isn't enough, considering what she had read, and it has nothing to do with Sophie herself at the end of the day. There is something that isn't going through Quentin's tough skull, though, or maybe she just didn't let him understand it.
He has hurt her, too. She sucked, but so did he. She lost years of her life. She was resurrected with terms attached. She was replaced, like none of that really mattered anymore. She couldn't give less of a shit about any Omega-level power. There are things about Quentin she thoroughly enjoys, but only when he lets her see it, when he's not hiding it under all the layers of sarcasm, self-destruction, simping, and overcompensating.
That, that she cares about, but he robs her of it all the fucking time. Shit's getting old, and she too is upset.
Tiredly, because she is listening, and not yapping back, she sighs.)
... What do you want from me, Quire?