( her hand moves away from the touch, gripping her opposite arm just above the elbow. half of a self-hug. )
And you don't think I am?
( angela glances at her, eyebrows pressing together. )
...Do you think I lasted this long because I never considered doing what she did, Don Quixote? Do you think it was simply my willingness to live that saved me? The story repeated itself hundreds of thousands of times until it ran perfectly. Even if I had tried to take that action, I'm sure it would have simply been erased by a reset. I had no choice but to live, and in the end, I decided to live for myself. To actually live, the way I had seen others doing, that I had read of them doing, instead of living like a puppet who could do nothing but follow the tug of her strings.
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And you don't think I am?
( angela glances at her, eyebrows pressing together. )
...Do you think I lasted this long because I never considered doing what she did, Don Quixote? Do you think it was simply my willingness to live that saved me? The story repeated itself hundreds of thousands of times until it ran perfectly. Even if I had tried to take that action, I'm sure it would have simply been erased by a reset. I had no choice but to live, and in the end, I decided to live for myself. To actually live, the way I had seen others doing, that I had read of them doing, instead of living like a puppet who could do nothing but follow the tug of her strings.