The people like me? [ her mouth purses together for a moment before relaxing as she tries to maintain a straight face... or as close to it as she can manage. she's never been very good with a poker face. ] Maybe.

[ it had really been a toss-up. some had been trustworthy, some not so much. but maybe that's the downfall to being technically a living curse. or not living. the metaphors weren't great. ]

I just... [ a breath blown out between her lips signals her frustration as she tries to find the right words. ] I miss it and I don't. The me that was back home, I mean. Does that make sense?

[ she misses being powerful and strong and able to handle any physical threat that came up against her or her family. she doesn't miss being able to compel people, though. ]