I'm the pitcher in a chain gang
"Fine! Be that way!"
She's only running to the end of the moor, as far as the Tirkins' colony cliff, least, but her teeth grit as her cheekbones rise, lips curling outward, her face decorated as ugly and unwanted as she feels.
Is it a false conflict? Her and Adele...they've no earthly idea what they're doing, really. Why is she here? To call a secret face a secret name, and waste away without a career?
There must be a better future for their world, but the cruel thing is how little she has to complain about to notice it.