[Comfort in the familiar. Ginia knows that well. If it weren't for the implant in her head, whatever is buried in her chest, she could almost squint and pretend she's back in her world. Enough makes sense that Ginia knows she could survive if she's careful. Could reinvent herself entirely if she's careful.
But she's not. There are too many signs, too many tells. There are only a few handful of stories she could play out enough. Because it's safe.
Because it's comfortable.
Ginia straightens the ears on a paper rabbit. The creases of the wrapper skew the ears just slightly and not even in a charming way. She saves her game of solitaire and dismisses all of the screens with an easy flick of her wrist. There's still an urge to be polite and chat. It's what Anna would do, what Fiona would do. But the terms of shared silence stated, Ginia settles into straightening out the figures and waiting.]
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[Comfort in the familiar. Ginia knows that well. If it weren't for the implant in her head, whatever is buried in her chest, she could almost squint and pretend she's back in her world. Enough makes sense that Ginia knows she could survive if she's careful. Could reinvent herself entirely if she's careful.
But she's not. There are too many signs, too many tells. There are only a few handful of stories she could play out enough. Because it's safe.
Because it's comfortable.
Ginia straightens the ears on a paper rabbit. The creases of the wrapper skew the ears just slightly and not even in a charming way. She saves her game of solitaire and dismisses all of the screens with an easy flick of her wrist. There's still an urge to be polite and chat. It's what Anna would do, what Fiona would do. But the terms of shared silence stated, Ginia settles into straightening out the figures and waiting.]