[The smile this time is a little more honest, like a sliver of sun peeking through an overcast day. She picks up her coffee cup in response, a silent toast. To being fucked up: that's about as close as she's come in a long time to accepting her lot in love, and with more levity than she can usually muster.]
Yeah. Who needs normal?
[There's a strange sort of relief to saying that, and Vanya is not entirely sure of the feeling. She's not ordinary, she never was, and the fact that she couldn't fit in anywhere - at home, or school when Dad sent her away - wasn't her fault.
Not entirely, at least.]
I guess you've been to Nonah, then? [She wound up there on her first day, and almost made a morning into a very bad day for a few excitable residents. She wonders if the street lights have been replaced yet: they were way too twisted up to work by the time Allison and Diego found her.]
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Yeah. Who needs normal?
[There's a strange sort of relief to saying that, and Vanya is not entirely sure of the feeling. She's not ordinary, she never was, and the fact that she couldn't fit in anywhere - at home, or school when Dad sent her away - wasn't her fault.
Not entirely, at least.]
I guess you've been to Nonah, then? [She wound up there on her first day, and almost made a morning into a very bad day for a few excitable residents. She wonders if the street lights have been replaced yet: they were way too twisted up to work by the time Allison and Diego found her.]