It was supposed to be a shield. Armor. A rich cloak to be wrapped about her shoulders, to make her more than she was. To give her dignity, to make humans see her as something closer to an equal, as almost human like they were, not the animals they viewed the armless as. As useful. Worth keeping alive. Worth keeping her arms.
And yet now-
She stands her ground only as long as it takes the man to leave her sight before she reaches out a trembling hand to catch herself on the pod that holds her brother.
Surrounded by the ones she has failed as she sinks back to the ground.]
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It was supposed to be a shield. Armor. A rich cloak to be wrapped about her shoulders, to make her more than she was. To give her dignity, to make humans see her as something closer to an equal, as almost human like they were, not the animals they viewed the armless as. As useful. Worth keeping alive. Worth keeping her arms.
And yet now-
She stands her ground only as long as it takes the man to leave her sight before she reaches out a trembling hand to catch herself on the pod that holds her brother.
Surrounded by the ones she has failed as she sinks back to the ground.]