Freedom was quite the concept. It was a joke, really, her being there. Tabula Rasa, the blank slate, the thing she'd been working so hard for, for so long.
Only she didn't have one, if people knew her name and knew what she was. If that had followed her there. And anyway, it was one damn island she was stuck on. What good was freedom when you were literally trapped?
She tries not to think of the things she's done, that she'd had to do, to get her blank slate, to keep what excuse for a family she'd mustered safe. To save her own skin.
Peter Parker looks about as hunted as she feels.
"Then I'll avoid settling in. Thanks for the warning. I might owe you one." She turns and starts down the boardwalk, continuing the way she'd been originally going, and doesn't look back.
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Only she didn't have one, if people knew her name and knew what she was. If that had followed her there. And anyway, it was one damn island she was stuck on. What good was freedom when you were literally trapped?
She tries not to think of the things she's done, that she'd had to do, to get her blank slate, to keep what excuse for a family she'd mustered safe. To save her own skin.
Peter Parker looks about as hunted as she feels.
"Then I'll avoid settling in. Thanks for the warning. I might owe you one." She turns and starts down the boardwalk, continuing the way she'd been originally going, and doesn't look back.