…more than anything.

[ She loves her brother, and losing him again hurts like nothing else will ever truly hurt. She’d do anything, now, to have him back, but back then… it was more complicated. ]

I— [ she groans, rubs her face ] I wanted to be free of him for years. It was always the twins, I was always just his sister. I hated that. I never hated him, but I hated— how people saw us.

[ She’d never have been able to articulate this a few months ago. The time on the rig let her figure all this out, conversations with North, York, Brand. Experiences, like the sitcom land making her ‘character’ an only child and how wrong that felt. ]

But I could never… I could never do it. He never let me, at first; he followed me into the damn military, he followed me into the helljumpers, and I was— used to it. Used to having him there, cleaning up my messes, being someone I could always fuckin’ rely on even though he was a pain in the ass.

Project just… made it all worse. On purpose. [ she sneers, sounding truly disgusted ] Stupid experiment. Stupid AI bullshit.