[ She looks up then, eyes wide, hopeful but also with a touch of trepidation. She's not good at gift giving.
She's only done it once before. ]
I opened mine.
[ She doesn't understand many of the words.
Not yet. Learning to not just read the book but understand it...
Eleven knows, intrinsically, that she doesn't have a future. Didn't have one before Beacon, has even less of one, somehow, here.
But it's okay. The book is something to look forward to in this place that is beginning to stretch like the hallways to the small, dark room in which she was alone.
Inside the parcel is what looks, at first, like a thin blanket, just it's a little irregular, a little frayed at the edge. Like someone took a piece of fabric and cut it with scissors, not knowing it'd fray.
A cord has been tied around two of the edges - not fastened with thread or other sophisticated means, just tied around the fabric. ]
It's a cape.
[ An ugly cape that she made herself not knowing how easily it might come apart. ]
I thought... a mask. But I didn't know what animal.
[ Bird and spider are taken. ]
So... I thought. Cape. We can make you a mask. But... you have to be careful. You can be a hero. When you have no powers. But leave hero fighting to me. I can fight.
[ He doesn't need to know they haven't returned, those powers. The important thing is that he understands not to think he should take his cape and run at monsters and die. He can be her hero without trying to be heroic. ]
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[ She looks up then, eyes wide, hopeful but also with a touch of trepidation. She's not good at gift giving.
She's only done it once before. ]
I opened mine.
[ She doesn't understand many of the words.
Not yet. Learning to not just read the book but understand it...
Eleven knows, intrinsically, that she doesn't have a future. Didn't have one before Beacon, has even less of one, somehow, here.
But it's okay. The book is something to look forward to in this place that is beginning to stretch like the hallways to the small, dark room in which she was alone.
Inside the parcel is what looks, at first, like a thin blanket, just it's a little irregular, a little frayed at the edge. Like someone took a piece of fabric and cut it with scissors, not knowing it'd fray.
A cord has been tied around two of the edges - not fastened with thread or other sophisticated means, just tied around the fabric. ]
It's a cape.
[ An ugly cape that she made herself not knowing how easily it might come apart. ]
I thought... a mask. But I didn't know what animal.
[ Bird and spider are taken. ]
So... I thought. Cape. We can make you a mask. But... you have to be careful. You can be a hero. When you have no powers. But leave hero fighting to me. I can fight.
[ He doesn't need to know they haven't returned, those powers. The important thing is that he understands not to think he should take his cape and run at monsters and die. He can be her hero without trying to be heroic. ]